Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
27 Jennifers
Since no one commented on this bit from yesterday, I’m-a-shovin’ it down yer throats:
I really dig that song. Lyrics and more below the fold.
From Mike Doughty’s Golden Delicious:
I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was herIt’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of youYou might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspitefulI rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of herYeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room
Doughty has a real Les Stroud thing going for him, don’t you think? Imagine, surviving all those women.
I went to school with only one Jennifer. Oh, I imagine there may have been more Jennifers, but I only recall one. She was white, ivory pale, and whip smart, and she was one of the girls I danced with at the junior high school dances. She was a wallflower. She hung out with her friend Lisa, another smart girl, and I would dance one dance with each of them before going back to ol’ Linda, my usual. I don’t think I had a thing for any of them since I was pining for Tamara, but old timers here know that story. Always safer to pine for someone who has disappeared off the face of the earth (or moved to a neighboring school district) than to show some interest in the girl who’s dancing the dance.
But, honestly, what would we have done back then? I wanted a girlfriend; I was in love with the idea of being in love. It was an obsession. The odd thing is, I’d never thought through the “what if” part. My fantasy romances were disturbingly chaste. They began and ended with being in love.
Towards the end of 8th Grade, we had a class field trip to a man made water hole of some sort. I found out later that some of the guys had “pantsed” a girl named Leticia who was prematurely mature (and good-looking, too). It made me furious. Her lower bits were underwater at the time, so I suppose not much harm was done, and I recall that she and the guys had a big laugh over it. But I was still furious. How could they show her such disrespect?
I’m not sure where I picked up these puritanical ideas. Thank heavens I shed most of them by the time I got myself a real girlfriend.
D.
These are the Daves I know, I know, these are the Daves I know