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Show be a cowgirl if she was from Texas. So I had asked my parents for the outfit along with Shaun Cassidy's Born Late album. I received both. The costume consisted of a fringed vest and matching fringed skirt made from blue denim, guns and a holster borrowed from my brothers, and a red hat with white loops running along the band. The only problem was that I had to pee. We had lived in Hawaii that second time for several months when Halloween rolled around, and we had attended the Subase Chapel Sunday School for as long. If I had thought about it, I would have remembered that there were bathrooms in the building, but for some reason, on this night, I had forgotten where they were and was too afraid to ask one of the adults for directions. Perhaps I was too embarrassed to admit that my body needed to pee. Perhaps I worried that I would lose my place in line. Perhaps I just underestimated how badly I needed a bathroom. The line was moving slowly, and nervously I crossed my legs and gently bounced whenever we wouid stop. Finally, it was my turn. I entered the judges' room. Immediately the need to pee left me as I saw that one of the judges was none other than Blair Basset, the dreamy son of our choir teacher and the one who played piano for our performances. I had been in love with Blair Basset for months by this point. As is the case with crushes, while he had no idea who I was, he had and would continue to inhabit my world for the next few years. Long after I stopped going to Subase Chapel, long after Blair would leave for college, I would give his name as a possible future husband along with Luke Skywalker, the gentle Roy DeSoto from Emergency, and Captain Apollo from Battlestar Galactica. It was Blair who spoke to me, a brown-haired girl in her cowgirl costume needing 153 |