When I was 18, I experienced my first OU-UT weekend.
To say I was naïve would be like saying raw turnips generally aren't appetizers.
I joined a sorority as my parents said I must. Either Thursday or Friday Before the Big Weekend,
the sorority social director told me she had a blind date for me. He wasn't very tall, she warned, and I would need dressy flat-heeled shoes I
On Saturday,noonish, I set out for a shoe store, and finally found one, probably 3-4 miles from campus. As a greenhorn, I knew nothing about buses, so I bought the damn shoes and walked back. All told, maybe 6 miles. I missed supper and we didn't store snacks. I showered quickly, curled my hair, put on my dress, hose, and (not) heels.
I don't think I was any more impressed than he was. Whatever. I figured surely, at a party, I would get something to eat.
Boy, was I disappointed. I guess Chex Mix or the derivative might have been trendy It certainly was cheap and all that was offered besides mixed drinks so strong I wanted to throw up. So I ate the mix, asked for a Coke or two, danced when I could and smiled.
Then we hit college curfew time, so my date and I and his friend and his date walked back to his car. He walked funny.
Did I mention I had never seen anyone drunk before? I began to pay deep attention. And this was before seat belts were invented. Besides which, I was hungry and I hadn't had a very good time.
As we drove north on Central Expressway, I will always swear he began to edge over the line into the car just ahead. I thought he was going to kill us. I screamed bloody murder, grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it to the right. We slid past the other car.
He yelled at me, asked what I was doing. He drove very well to my dorm, and walked me to the door.
We never spoke again, and the social chairman never called me again.
He probably still thinks I was an hysteric. I still think I saved all our lives.
I wonder which of us was right, If I were wrong, I wouldn't be here to wonder,though, would I?