Went to my Rockville High class reunion (Connecticut)

$50 does not even cover a drink. The food was mediocre at best. I only remembered 5 people from the whole class: Sal Carelli, Victoria Oulette were two of them 馃檪

(I was only there for 11th and 12th grade) . So I will not be going to any more of those. The music was good, people were friendly, but I would just avoid them if I were you. There is a reason people from your past did not make it into your future. 

 

 

 Above: Our yearbook was being passed around…….Below: Vicky, Sal and I

 

Boston

I am in Boston. The Class reunion in CT was pretty much a big blur. I only went to that High School (Rockville High School) for two years (11th & 12th grade) so it's not like I knew everyone. I recognized THREE people there. That's it. One woman came up to me and asked "Don't you remember me from computer class?????" – erm, NO! I never took a fucking computer class, put the crack pipe down sweety. I stayed for about 90 minutes and headed to a karaoke bar to belt out some Etta James and Ac/Dc. I will write more when/if I get the time/motivation. Not much to say about it though. $50 a ticket, for what? Chicken served on paper plates with plastic knives and cheap ass wine (from a box) server in plastic glasses. "all that we've got here's American made; it's a little bit cheesy but it's nicely displayed"  FZ

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ps. Odd thoughts pop into my head while driving at night (well, at 3am) at 85 MPH. One, was, how my Mother tried to force me to join the fucking US ARMY when I was 18. I took a break from touring with the Grateful Dead for a month or so, and during that time, she made me cut my hair, start wearing a bra and FORCED me to go to the US ARMY recruitment center place in Portland Maine. I stayed over night, got weighed, measured, tested, all that fucking shit. I was wearing a John Lennon sweatshirt and had loads of hippie jewelry on. They hated me there and the feeling was mutual. Ever see the film Mommie Dearest? Wtf. This army thing happened, by the way, after I said "NO" to my Mothers pleas to let her photograph me naked for Playboy. She had secretly sent them pics of me in a bikini (taken on a beach) and they wrote her back and said "yes, yes, YES, but we need nude shots please asap". My Mom told me how "this was our chance to get rich and famous!!!" But I was not having it. She could force me to do many things but not THAT. Soooooo, she made life living hell, oh wait, it already was hell with her, I mean, she made the living hell even more unbearable and threatened to disown me and kick me out  (no money when you are 18) if I didn't go the Army thingy. I am so GLAD those cunts found me unfit for the Army. Needless to say, I moved out of my Mom's (the projects of Dover NH) apartment and continuted following the Dead. Close call that was!! I could write a whole book about that wicked woman, but you would think I was making it up or exaggerating. Not everyone is blessed with a cookie baking sweet heart for a Mom. Some have manipulative, abusive bitches as Mothers,  like I had and Eminem still has (and countless other people all over the world) so consider yourself LUCKY as hell if you have a good Mom. Be grateful every single day.

Frank Zappa’s Joe’s Garage: The Play.. 2008

Warren Cuccurrulo saw the Joe’s Garage show and emailed me about it:

 

"I saw 'Joe’s GARAGE' on stage at the 'Open Fist Theatre' last night…. it is FUCKING AMAZING. this show FEELS so GOOD… Frank would have LOVED it… it IS a way of life… the SONGS!!! wow, they all work SO WELL in this format… the costumes are great, the colors are great, the singers are great & the musicians are PRETTY GOOD…. excellence…it should be seen by ALL… Frank lives on in a very powerful (& funny) way… prophetic to the MAX… JOE’S GARAGE, an orwellian nightmare, come TRUE… thanks for the heads up frank… but we WERE’NT paying enough ATTENTION… watch SEPTEMBER CLUES… say NO to MARSHALL LAW & the FASCIST police state… KILL UGLY MEDIA, NOW!!! wc"

 

ps. Greetings from Connecticut. Saw my Uncle Jack, Tom and the baby Jeremiah. Walked my pit bull Frankie for hours tonight. I am here for my class reunion. Rockville High School "awesome 80's reunion". So all classes from 1980-1989 may be there, may not. At $50 a ticket I bet it will be rather empty, folks round here aren't exactly rolling in dough and they've been taking a beating from the failing economy. Thanks Bush, You have lead our country down a path of war and poverty. Good going fucktard.

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ps. Since my blog about September Clues, many of my youtube videos have been flagged and removed AND even some of my friends emailed me and told me (since that September Clues blog) "Dot, can you beleive the video I had of you as Mary in Wet T-shirt night" has been removed!??" That and many more. Hmmmmmm, funny, innit? "home of the free" ha ha.