I would land on these gems whenever they were on and watch them in their entirety, no matter what.
A few of the movies included:
Kramer vs. Kramer
and mom's pick - Where the Boys Are
Where the Boys Are was a kitchy 60's movie about a group of co-eds (I love that word) who travel from the Midwest to Fort Lauderdale, Florida for Spring Break. I was living in New York at the time and dreamed of being one of the girls in the film who wore a bikini and got picked up on by boys.
|I sang Connie Francis' title song to audition for |
my high school glee club, "SHOWCASE."
Didn't get it.
Who knew just a few years later our family would make the move to Tampa, Florida and I wouldn't have to go where the boys were, the boys would all be getting on planes and coming to me. I would be prepping for spring break like a bride planning for her wedding day, counting down the days...
|SIX MORE DAYS!|
|FOUR MORE DAYS!|
The boys are coming! THE BOYS ARE COMING!
My besties and I would cake on the makeup, spray on the Colors by Benetton perfume, make our hair as gigantic as possible and drive on down to Clearwater Beach to cruise the strip.
|I'm sure all of those "gorgeous guys" appreciated Susanne and I |
"being obnoxious" and "yelling" at them.
I now had a new problem living in this amazing land of spring break. The boys came to visit but they also had to go home, which led to a lot of unnecessary bawling, furious letter writing, and yelling by my father over outrageously high long-distance bills.
|Poor John from Ohio. |
Cute, but nothing great.
Many a torrid, dramatic love affair started late March only to end early April. I kind of felt like Marty from Grease, gathering a bunch of pen-pals from all over the US (and Australia too!) Of course these relationships fizzled out as quickly as they arrived, but it was fun imagining these strangers as my future-potential-husbands.
I was left holding a torch, a flame - sometimes a photo and a letter.
Thank God I was also left holding my diaries, well-documented with all of the lovesick, gory, pathetic details.
|How depressing - gotta work 12-6, then back to school.|
But at least Todd from Michigan loves me.
He "dressed great and actually seemed to be interested."
Good enough for me.