Oh, Nick LeMasters, how your childhood stories slay me. I fell over laughing last night when he started to relive some childhood memories. He recalls these stories with such detail and I love it.
It would seem that Nick LeMasters was destined to become an “Errand Man,” because back in the good old sixties, he was an “Errand Boy.” The following conversation left me absolutely delighted last night.
Dad: You know what I was doing in the 60’s, Dayna? I was mixing drinks for my mom and dad.
Me: SHUT UP! No you weren’t.
Dad: Seriously. I could make a high ball, an old fashion, and martinis by the time I was 12. My dad would say, “Nicky mix me a drink.”
Me: Ohmygosh. This is wonderful! So you were sitting around making old fashions for your parents. So what you’re telling me is you know how to mix a dirty martini.
Dad: I know how to mix any kind of martini. I would make whatever they asked for.
Me: WOW! So were you smoking a cigarette while you did this?
Dad: No. I once found one of my mom’s Pall Mall Reds still burning in an ashtray and took a puff. One puff told me I’d never do that again.
Me: Stop it! This just killing me. What is happening?
Dad: Yeah. I used to buy her those Pall Mall Reds out of a vendi machine. “Nicky, go down and pick me up a pack of cigarettes.”
Me: Stop it. You're making that up.
Dad: False. I would ride my bike (no helmet) down to the gas station and grab a pack out of the machine.
Me: Oh! I can just see you with your white t-shirt (sleeves rolled up), black jeans, and All Stars. What a rebel!
So there you have it. Nick LeMasters…Errand Boy to Errand Man. His secret power…The man whose only drink of choice is Diet Pepsi can apparently mix a very strong martini. Oh, the sixties! What a dangerous and magical time in history.
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