Worst Date Ever

Once when I was about nineteen or twenty years old, I had this boy friend that was a Marine in the Marine Corps. His name was Kris and he owned a motorcycle. A sweet Yamaha 325. Tom Cruise eat your heart out cause my boyfriend had it going on first before you made that film!

We used to go over to our friend’s bachelor pad in Santee, Ca and party all the time or just hang out. This house was the Animal House of all Animal Houses with all kinds of characters and their dog and cat pets, beer bottles every where and never any toilet paper in the bathroom to go along with this story. The nickname of this house was called Prospect Hotel because there was always people staying there for no good reason, never wanting to leave or because they were too wasted to drive themselves home.

One summer night my boyfriend & I were there together partying up a storm with our crew as we were drinking beers and doing the Jose Quervo shots one after another, after another. Smoking cigarettes and other types of SMOKE permeating the living room of this animal house, as usual it was “the happening”. The Frank Zappa tunes in the background, “Who You Jiven’, who you jiven’ with that cosmic derbies”. Or my favorite, “Give me your dirty love, Poodle Bites, poodle chews it” (chorus). Oh and we can’t forget, “Watch out where the huskies go don’t you eat that yellow snow!!” Chicks in tube tops and short shorts. Days of halter-tops and Dittos. A young adults dream comes true. This was our big date together.

So he decides that he wants to take me to a hotel! But I still live with my parents so I have to lie to them by telling them that I’m spending the night with my girl friend at her parent’s house. I make the call to my homestead, I’m given permission to spend the night at Robins house and we ride off into the hot summer night! Me and my boy friend on his hot motorcycle.

As we rode of into the summer evening, anticipating a night to remember of carnivorous lust and romance, Kris makes a too sharp of a turn into old Mission Damn Road. Hits the curve. I found myself flying up into the air on the bike barely conscious barely awake enough to realize that we are just about to crash. I pass out; he pushed me off the back of the bike before we hit the dirt.

The next thing I remember of our hot summer night date is that I’m face down in dirt and in the tumbleweeds. I came to and realized that yes we are in an accident! It is official! I made sure I could feel my body move first before I went over to KrisâÂ?¦

Kris was unconscious and choking from the strap from his helmet. I went over to him and ripped off the helmet as he came to he started yelling at me to take the motorcycle off of him so I did. Kris and the bike were all entangled in this huge tumble weed, making it very difficult for me to lift the bike off, I’m only four foot ten and one half, this tumble weed is taller then me, but I preserver, bike off the guy. As I lift the bike off this guy I hear a rip and he screams his head off. What had happened was that as I lifted off his motorcycle off his leg it ripped his leg open at the same time.

So as it were, we crashed down this hill in dirt and tumble weeds in the toolies on old Mission Dam Road not near a phone or any one. No cell phones as for it was 1976 between 11:00 p.m -1:00 a.m

I climbed up and out onto the road hoping some passer by would stop to help but no such luck until the good ol’ Santee Sheriff’s van drove by touring the area and asked if I needed their help. Yes the Sheriff’s helped, after it took me awhile to find this boy friend in the darkness of our hot summer night out in the middle of nowhere. He of course was a train wreck. Just bent, thwacked!! The Sheriffs were equipped with a gurney, which took us to Alvarado Hospital. Where we both spend the night with a curtain between us. His moans and groans were not cries of a lover’s ecstasy but of pain and anguish. Our big guarantee none romantic drunken evening! Me in x-ray and he receiving five stitches on his chin as they put his dislocated shoulder back in for him. The attending doctor was so cool. She had found his stash rolled up inside his sock and returned it to me on the other side of that curtainâÂ?¦ “Put this away in your purse” she said. “You’re lucky the sheriffs didn’t find it”.

Kris survived his very painful injuries but was hospitalized for one week. I survived with just bruises from head to toe. I still remember how stiff and sore I was for days from the impact.

As our worst date passed we both realized how lucky we were especially now that we have children of our own.
We are truly grateful!

Kris and I still keep in touch to this day. He is one of my dearest friends I will ever have in my life. We all realize how our lives would of changed drastically if any thing fatal would of happen to either one of us.

The motto of this date and story is; be responsible! Don’t drink and driveâÂ?¦ Sober up before you decide to drive a vehicle!!
And if you ride wear your helmet, it’s the law and your brains. You have a futureâÂ?¦