Your 18 Again and you’ve just been paid , plus it’s Saturday night , what would you be doing and where would you be going

Murrmurr said:
I was so straight, not only did I never toke or trip, I didn't even drink alcohol until I was 24 or 5, over a year after I divorced. And even then I had to be ...mm, conservative, I guess you'd say, because I had 3 little kids. Maud was only 9 months old when Shelly took off for Texas with the neighbor guy.
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Shelly's loss. What a dope. Me & Michelle will never leave you! :D
 
Nathan said:
Hmmm, I was 18 from June 1970 through June '71, so that puts me in the Army at Ft. Eustis,Va. We would probably leave the base and pick up the evening's drinks and drive into Norfolk or Virginia Beach. If there was a rock concert going on, say at the College of William & Mary, we would head for Williamsburg.
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I was in Vietnam in 1970 so Saturdays were like mondays or Thursdays or any day, and a paycheck didn't matter. There was no place to go. Not complaining just thinking back.
 
At age 18 I was in the Army and stationed in Panama.

On a payday Saturday night I'd be headed off base solo to one of several small out of way cantinas, that I never told anyone about, in Panama City or Colon to get my head all fired up on cuba libres while doing my utmost to sweet talk one of the lovely senoritas into taking me home and letting her have her way with me all weekend......oh, to be young and 18 again. :)
 
At 18 I was just married, went to Germany with my Army hubby. On a Saturday night, I was waitressing in the NCO Club on base, serving up trout with the head still on to privates, sergeants, and their wives. Also, dancing with my hubby's pals to the band playing after my shift! Great times!
 
Back when I was 18 I would be at the bar with my friends on a Saturday night. 19 was the legal limit then but.......


If I had known then what I do know now then I would have stayed home, watched TV after making sure that I had invested a part of my paycheck in a little known retail company called Walmart.
 
At the age of 18 I was probably cruising up and down Main Street either in my 1968 Camaro convertible or in my buddy's car, looking for chicks and drinking beer... mainly drinking beer. And listening to music and trying to sing along to Jimi Hendrix, Cream, CCR, and a few others. We didn't have much money to spend on music, but at least gas was cheap. At 75 cents a gallon, we could spend hours cruising around without it costing much.
 
At 18, I had my own place, was still in school and had a part time job that I finished @ 6:00 Saturday night so I’d be getting ready to go out clubbing and dancing 💃 with a group of friends.
 

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