3WW: funny, remember, theatre: Funny, how time slips away

The words come from Bone. This is 3WW
This is part of a much longer piece I have been writing in my head while walking, with the words added. I really need to get a new tape recorder but first I need to find someplace to live for six months. My apartment still hasn’t sold. Wrote a post and accidentally deleted it!

The ocean was changing from winter gray to summer teal. Dinah could see infinite blues and greens that were best viewed from her sunglasses. The colors reminded her of her eyes. Some people thought she had deep blue eyes; others swore her eyes were emerald and still other people thought them violet. Like the ocean they changed with the sky, storm and turbulence.

As she walked she threw a stone into the deceptively calm ocean and watched the tiny ripples. She didn’t know why she began to think about the men in her life. None of them had understood Dinah’s need for the ocean. They could breath without salt air, sand, and ocean waves. She never really got that.

Dinah thought back to her first day of college in 1968. She had been walking past the theatre when five boys came out and said hello. One captured her heart immediately. He was the boy she had seen in her dreams forever.

She couldn’t remember what Jordy said to her to make her laugh so much. He could have said anything and she would have laughed. She finally met somebody who could peer past her ever changing eye color deep into her soul.

The next few months were a blur of sex, pot and anti-VietNam activities. Unlike most people they knew they didn’t do acid but mescaline. The edges weren’t as hard. Everything was funny.

One day, deep under the influence of drugs, they got into a VW bus with three of Jordy’s best friends and no particular destination in mind. They only really cared about leaving New York for the restaurants off the Jersey Turnpike.

They got points for knowing the life story of each person a restaurant was named for. Only Dinah knew Clara Barton; but she was a girl and the boys said it didn’t count. They continued the argument as they found themselves driving across America.

They would backtrack when Jordy would remember a friend he wanted to see. Often he could talk the friend into joining them. Dinah never wondered why the other guys who took turns driving would always listen to him. Later she wouldn’t be able to give examples of his charisma, but she constantly found herself drawn into it.

When they arrived in Vegas it only seemed right that they get married in one of the wedding chapels. They had picked up four of Jordy’s old friends on the way and three new ones. Dinah felt as if she were marrying a mob.

It was the first of their three marriages and divorces. Later she would realize that Jordy had planned on stopping in Vegas the whole time.

They celebrated their honeymoon with at least 25 people in the Haight, and saw Janis Joplin one night at the real Filmore.

Dinah didn’t really have any friends outside of Jordy’s circle. The girls in school, torn between wanting to be independent and finding true love envied her. She wanted to tell them she wasn’t worth envying but something always stopped her.