Love and Marriage: The Love Story of Nancy and Frank: Book I

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Frank and I had been going steady for a month when we went to my cousin's New Year's Eve party in Houston, Texas. It was my first New Year's Eve party and my first mixed drink.

Chapter 3 (v.3) - New Year's Eve

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Chapter 3

New Year's Eve

About a month or so after our first date and during our Christmas break, Jimmy, Frank and I  were invited to a New Year"s Eve 1967 party in Houston, Texas which was at my cousin and her husband's house.

We left Van Vleck, and all went to my cousin's home, together in my brother's car. My cousin and her husband already knew Frank because they had met him at my Grandfather's funeral in December so that no introductions would be needed. After we arrived at the party, everyone was already in party mode and munching on snacks that my cousin had provided for everyone.  The room was full of music and laughter.

"New Year's Eve Party"

Frank and I decided that we would go into the kitchen to get some food and fix us something to drink. There was a lot of food on some of the counters, but one counter held nothing but different kinds of sodas, condiments like candied red cherries, lemon slices, lime slices, green olives and many different types of bottles of liquor.

I was eighteen, but I had never drunk a mixed drink or beer. Drinking just was not something girls did back then that I knew in the town where I lived. Guys, on the other hand, seemed to drink beer, a lot of beer. I told Frank that I was going to make myself a mixed drink. Frank asked me if I wanted him to make it for me, but I told him no, I would do it myself.

After all, how hard could it be? Frank smiled and laughed but told me to go ahead. After picking a large glass, I poured some of all of the liquors in the glass until the glass was about two-thirds full, then I poured some of each kind of soft drink and finished it off by adding at least one of each condiment. Wow, that drink looked awesome!

Frank asked, "Nancy Lou, are you going to drink that?"

I replied, "Of course, I am.  Frank would you like me to fix you a drink just like mine?"

Frank told me he thought he would wait a while.  So, I took a big drink of my mixed drink, and it tasted really fantastic.  I loved the taste of my mixed drink, so I took another big gulp. Frank was watching me, and then he told me that I might want to drink my beverage a little slower. Smiling at him, I said to him that I knew what I was doing and anyway it tasted great.

Frank and I walked back into the living room where everyone else was gathered then sat down on the couch. Wow, I felt good, but it had gotten really hot in there.  The music was playing loudly, and I just wanted to dance, so I got up off of the couch, stepped up onto the coffee table, and danced! I was even singing! I felt so free and alive!

Frank got up off of the couch and put his arms around my waist then lifted me off of the table. After my feet back were back on to the floor, Frank took my hand, led me through the kitchen then out the back door of the house to the backyard.

My cousin's backyard sat next to a drive-in theatre.  The only thing that separated her back yard and the Drive-In theatre was a fence. Wow! I could see the movie playing on the big screen, so I took off running for the wooden fence and proceeded to climb it! Frank was running behind me laughing then he pulled me off the fence before I could climb over it.

As he placed my feet back on the ground, I realized I was getting dizzy, and my legs felt kind of shaky.  Suddenly, Frank picked me up in his arms and carried me into the house but unfortunately that was the last thing I remember.

I have heard stories of other things I might have done, but then again, I claim innocence of those stories because I do not remember. The next thing that I do remember was Frank holding my hair back from my face while my cousin held a cold rag on my forehead as I was hanging my head over the toilet while sitting on the floor gagging and feeling like the contents of my stomach would never stop emptying.

I do remember my cousin telling Frank that she thought it would be best if he, Jimmy, and I just spent the night at their home and she would call my parents. At the time, I did not know that Jimmy was also passed out on the couch very drunk.

My cousin called my folks, told them that it was late, and she thought that because there would be many drunks on the road that we should spend the night at her house. My folks did not fall for it and told her we should drive on home. Of course, my cousin did not mention that two of us were hopelessly drunk, and we would be the drunks driving on the road.

Frank loaded Jimmy into the backseat of the car then he carried me to the car then put me into the passenger side of the front seat. I was literally in and out of consciousness. Frank, who was a person who did not know a lot about driving in Houston and was directionally challenge, climbed into the driver's seat, started the car then we were on our way into the night.

Jimmy was passed out asleep in the back seat, but I kept tapping Frank on the shoulder so he would stop the car so that I could open my door to mainly dry heave. The trip home should have taken us only an hour and a half, but with Frank losing his direction and me making him stop the car, it took us three and a half hours.

I do not remember getting to my house, getting out of the car, getting undressed or into my bed that night but I do remember waking up in the morning with an awful headache.

For some strange reason, my folks were not upset with me the next morning but did seem to be enjoying my suffering a lot.[/box]

My basketball coach, who lived next door to my folks, came over to tell me that he had called a special practice for that afternoon then he laughed as he looked at me while telling me about it.

Well, I went to that basketball practice that afternoon, and the coach ran my booty off, yo-yo after yo-yo!

Frank called earlier in the day and came over to my house to check on me that evening. He told me it might just be better if I did not drink, and I told him that I totally agreed.




Check out Nancy Lou Henderson's Book

Love and Marriage: The Love Story of Nancy and Frank: Book I

Love is like new wine which will be aged then tested over and over before it becomes a great wine. The same is true of love. A love between two people to become lasting and eternal will be tested, as it ages. Marriage takes both people working together

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