|He just whispered in my ear, “this is not a puppy love”|
Life passes so quickly, most of the time it’s a complete blur, but there are moments that stand out, crystalized, immortalized in the corridors of my mind. One of those moments happened in 1972…
And they called it puppy loveOh I guess they’ll never knowHow a young heart how it really feelsAnd why I love her so
“It’s very simple. Years ago in rural societies, people told stories about Prince Charming, and girls dreamed of riding off on a white horse and living in a castle. Now young girls can see a Donny Osmond on television, buy his records, read about him in magazines, and dream of going off with him to Las Vegas.” Gloria Stavers
When the Osmond’s appeared on the stage we leaped out of our seats, screaming, waving our skinny arms, shouting, “Donny, I love you.” We tried moving forward to get closer to the stage but the ushers kept pushing us back. I could almost hear my Dad yelling from above. It’s the same today when I get too close to the edge.
I was wearing swanky black bell bottom pants, a white shirt and purple vest, Laurie in a crushed purple velvet pants. I thought we would stand out in the crowd, we had planned our outfits for months, but everyone was wearing Donny’s favorite color, sporting Farrah Fawcett hairstyles, begging for attention.
Then it happened. He got down on one knee and sang Puppy Love directly to me. Yes. It’s all true. Don’t believe the naysayers. It was as if we were the only two people in the coliseum. We made eye contact, he winked at me, and I’m pretty sure he was speared by love’s arrow. I could barely contain myself which isn’t hard to imagine if you know me. I grabbed the first vendor I could reach and bought a life size poster of my beloved. It remained taped to the back of my bedroom door until I graduated high school.
“The hardest thing about adolescence is that everything seems too big. There’s no way to get context or perspective, ….. Pain and joy without limits. No one can live like that forever, so experience finally comes to our rescue. We come to know what we can endure, and also that nothing endures.” Sara Paretsky
I admit, I have a tendency to speak fondly of my first love, not everyday like my friend Kim, but on a weekly basis, for forty some years. It never gets old. I weave outlandish tales, if I had managed to storm the stage that night, I could be living in Las Vegas, with Marie as my sister-in-law. I’m sure Donny would have found me irresistible. How could he not? I was wearing purple.
Larry puts up with this rhetoric because he knows Donny has no clue that I even exist, it’s a safe reverie, but that my friends is about to change!
This year Larry surprised me with front row seats to the Donny and Marie show at the Flamingo Lounge in Las Vegas. Interesting that I grew up on Flamingo Drive? No? Well I think it’s a sign. But it doesn’t end with front row seats, he bought the meet and greet package at the end of the show. I’m finally going to meet my beloved without having to storm the stage. With my parents (now both deceased) hovering permanently in the nose bleed section, their binoculars focused on me, a total deja vu.
The day finally arrives, I spent an extra few minutes on my hair, and made sure there was some purple in my necklace! I know what my man likes. We were seated inches from the stage. Larry set off to cocktail lounge for refreshments as I wait impatiently for the curtain to rise.
It was quite a show, unexpectedly entertaining, fresh, funny, and engaging. Donny and Marie were energetic, adorable together, and in the background a slew of nostalgic pictures splashed across three huge screens. Donny ends up singing Puppy Love to me again, forty years later, it still makes my heart go boom boom.
“I am fine with ‘Puppy Love.’ I hated it for a while. But I still sing it. I have a country version, a sexy version and a cheesy nightclub version. I am trying to infuse it with maturity. I will never escape that song. I will always be Mr. ‘Puppy Love.'”Donny Osmond
|Does Donny look a little concerned with Guido’s portentous gesture?|
|See how Donny’s leaning into me? Yeah, it’s official folks, he’s totally smitten.|
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- He’s a cool dude, not even sweaty after a two hour concert?
- Still wildly handsome!
- Donny if you leave a note in the comments your greatest fan will be over the moon.
- Marie is stunning, engaging, she said, “I’ve been admiring your necklace,” and then we talked about marriage, kids, and grandchildren. She is lovely.
- Mike, I told her you said hello.
|And just like that, I have a new best friend!|
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My Dad and my best friend's dad took us to see Shaun Cassidy at the NY State Fair. Although I honestly preferred Parker Stevenson on \”The Hardy Boys\” (I LOVE an underdog!), it was still pretty swoony.
Guido!!! I’m dying right now!! You, my friend, have made my Monday!! This is hilarious and completely relatable to every teenage girl who had a pulse in the seventies!! Love it!!!!Sue Goudreau
What a great memory Kara and I agree Parker Stevenson totally rocks! Harboring an adolescent fantasy is one thing but hugging the real Donny was simply divine! I'm sure I'm only a faint memory in his mind but for me it will be a moment to remember!
Thanks Sue, I understand the tenacity it takes to actually post a comment on blogspot! Thank you for persisting. It's amazing how many women find this experience relatable! Donny Osmond was a cultural phenomenon and clearly a common fantasy amongst our peers. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas ~ thank God!