Home > Composition Book > [July, 1989] Spin the Bottle

[July, 1989] Spin the Bottle


Dear Journal,

I just came back from my trip and it was super!!!

I met this gorgeous guy, his name is Francis and he lives in Brooklyn, not too far away from me. I met a lot of people. Here are their names: Liev, Martha, Marina, Ilena, Carrie, Mark and Glen.

Also, I got my First KISS.

We were playing a game called “spin the bottle” and I kissed Francis twice on the cheek and he kissed me 3 times on the cheek and 2 times ON THE LIPS!!!!

I really like him and he likes me. He lives like 15 blocks away from me. Ilena is giving me his address. I still can’t believe I got kissed on the lips by this GEORGEOS boy. My mom saw me with him and she likes him. You never know what will happen.

Wow, My First KISS!

boredom + young hormones = spin the bottle

boredom + young hormones = Spin the Bottle


With all these gorgeous boys crossing my path, you’d think I’d take time to learn to spell the word correctly, but alas. The important thing is that I finally got a smooch from one of these “georgeous” fellas.

The momentous experience took place at a bungalow colony in upstate New York. In the summertime, it was common for groups of Russian Jewish families to gather in these ramshackle living quarters near enough to a body of water and let their kids run rampant.

Some of our youthful escapades were innocent enough, like playing handball or holding séances or singing Cyndi Lauper and Little Mermaid songs in a gazebo pretending it’s a stage (that last one might have just been me). Other activities were more questionable, like playing Seven Minutes in Heaven and Spin the Bottle.

One night, a group of us gathered in a circle beside the outdoor pool with a discarded glass bottle. Someone took the first spin and I began to fervently pray that Francis’ spins would land on me.  The only thing I remember about Francis is that he had blonde hair and green eyes, and he wasn’t a jerk. That was enough for me to be over the moon when I got to kiss him, not once but two times. Even though they were quick pecks on the lips, I remember buzzing with excitement long after the game was over, unable to sleep after such a new and thrilling experience.

  1. October 26, 2009 at 1:43 pm

    I love reading these old diary entries. It’s fun reminiscing about your first kiss, isn’t it? Life is so complicated at that age.

    • damiella
      October 26, 2009 at 4:43 pm

      Thanks, Britney. I don’t know if life was really complicated or if it was just preadolescence messing with our bodies and minds…

  2. Liz
    October 27, 2009 at 12:21 am

    zomg, you were upstate at a bungalow colony as a kid too? where?
    i spent most summer weekends there til i was 15 and my parents started letting me stay home in nyc by myself. sadly, i didn’t get my first kiss from a cute boy playing spin-the-bottle…it was from a pervy older guy at a rave at the LIMELIGHT, ick! 😉

    • damiella
      October 27, 2009 at 3:26 pm

      I think if you lived in Brooklyn and your last name ended in “stein” or “man” there was a good chance of ending up at a bungalow colony during at least one summer. I kind of miss those trips upstate; it was nice to leave the city and spent time somewhere greener.

  3. Liz
    October 29, 2009 at 5:57 pm

    Haha- true.
    Well, if you ever want to come up there for a bit of nostalgia, you can come with us! Who knows when the next time I’m here during the open season will be (late April through late October)…I can’t promise any Spin the Bottle but relaxation and foliage abound. 😉

    • damiella
      October 29, 2009 at 10:50 pm

      Relaxation and foliage sound amazing right about now…

  1. September 7, 2010 at 1:04 pm
  2. January 8, 2012 at 6:00 pm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: