Oh my god! I just saw Swingtown for the second time--I can't stop watching it-the show has the era down pat-from the cheezy mustaches and Dorothy Hamill haircuts to the Reeboks running outfits (remember short white shorts on men?), and polyester dresses and rainbow colored knee highs. I graduated from high school in 1976 and the music drove me nuts-it brought back so many memories. I lived with my older sisters one summer off from UC Berkeley at their "condo," a brand new term then. The Watergate complex (that was the name-II kid you not) was a hot bed of sexual liasions in the hot tub fueled by Chardonnay and Mumm's champagne served with triskets crackers and brie (so sophisticated). My sisters had a roommate, a gorgeous blonde who literally had men almost crossing themselves in the corridor in their rush to her bedroom. When this nurse left for a month I took over her room and invited over the most gorgeous man I have ever dated. Since he lived in San Francisco and was a TV anchor, l he thought the crowd was beneath him so I told everyone at the pool (where we were laying out to get tan-no one heard of skin cancer then) that he was not being rude, he was a deaf/mute-and they believed me.
The show brought it all back to me-my sister showing off her merry widows for her boyfriend who flew a plane to impress her-my other sister dating a doctor who played tennis and drove a Porsche and me borrowing my sister's silk wrap dress to wear to a frat party.
Those were the days-when they told us cocaine was natural and non-addictive and the anchors snorted up in the bathroom, when no one knew about AIDs and everyone was just concerned about not being uptight.
Friday, June 6, 2008
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