Laurie and I went to the Teenage Fair at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. The year: 1967; I was 15, Laurie was 14.
|Me in my dotted Swiss dress, and Laurie, Just before we went to the Teenage Fair.|
Problem was, I was wearing a tight dress...it was a royal blue dotted-swiss, knee-length affair. I threw off my high heels, and joined the group (there were 6 of us).
At first it was easy...Left hand red; no sweat. It got complicated when I had to put my right foot yellow diagonally under another person's crotch. It made matters worse that this other person was a CUTE GUY, and I have always the habit of going all red in the face ...he appeared a bit nervous...he was laughing. He had a Beatles haircut, which was all the rage back then. So, to make the move, I had to hike my dress up to my crotch,and slllliiiiideee my leg carefully under and between the young man's legs.
I was embarrassed as hell, because a large crowd had gathered around us, and we all felt "on the spot" as it were. When I noticed the young man's eyes wandering over to my rear end, I decided to fall out. The game wasn't worth it. Laurie did well, though (she excelled more often than not). I also had some back pain for awhile.