Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I had the time of my life

Yeah. Sue me. I have something to say.

Ted Kennedy died and I cried. I cried because my mother taught me to love all things Camelot.

Paul Newman died and I wept. I wept because I loved him. He was my... celebrity. He was my father, my husband, my best friend, my hero, my socialist. I can't....

I cried last night watching a documentary about the Beatles because George and John were my favorites. Both dead.

Yesterday Patrick Swayze died. I didn't cry. I remembered.

We who were born in the hangover days of the 1960's. We who were too little to celebrate or protest war, to young to understand the violence. We who were given limitless options that limited us. Those of us Gen X'ers, the children of the baby boomers. We know a little something about dirty dancing.

Most of us were bad. There was nothing else to be. We come from broken homes (both literally and figuratively) and we seem to share the problem of being an aftertaste to our parents who believed they would never get old.

We were the coolest people ever. And when that movie came out, it was decidedly uncool. We made fun of it. We boycotted it. All the while, we secretly adored it. AND THEN the music began to tell its own story. We played it and danced. We rented the movie countless times and quoted it.

What was the allure? It was the reminder of simplicity. It reminded us, the lost generation, that there was a time when families went away together on summer vacations. That sister's fought and loved. That parents could be involved. That love... true love... really existed.

It reminded us that hard work meant something. That if we practiced we could be really good at whatever we put our minds to. It told us the story of triumph. We all figured out we could jump off the stage.

And in the end, I had the time of my life, nobody puts baby in the corner, and never, ever forget "This is my dance space, this is your dance space."

Sleep well Patrick. Many of us thought you were, well, swell. Peace.



  1. I watched Dirty Dancing over and over on Betamax. Patrick Swayze will always have a special place in my heart.

  2. Well said, Suzanne! I missed the cool era and only recently got into Dirty Dancing, but I did so love Patrick Swayze. He'll be missed.

  3. My favorite Patrick Swayze movie is Ghost. Boy did I cry every time I watched that movie.

    Well said Suzanne.

  4. I'm with everyone here. Well said. Beautiful post.

  5. I totally agree. I wrote a post about him last night, well not so much about him but about my connection to him and his character in that Dirty Dancing Movie. I actually played the role of Johnny Castle at summer camp at age 11. Here is the link to my summer camp and other tales - http://www.mandylifeafter30.com/2009/09/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html

    Some may say that movie is cheezy, but I love it and all it represents, just like you said. A simpler time, family values with great music and booty shakin' in it. What more could a girl want?

  6. I can't decide if I liked Patrick better in Dirty Dancing or doing the Chipendale (sp?) skit with Chris Farley on Saturday Night Live. That was him at his best, I think. Funny, generous, talented.

    But I still quote the line, nobody puts baby in the corner. It's a classic.

  7. Oh god, I loved that movie. I watched it so many times, wishing I could be Baby and dance on logs. RIP Patrick.

  8. Awww, this was a great post. It is really so sad, but he did leave some really great work behind! :o)

  9. So poingnant, Suzanne. Thanks for expressing what I've been feeling, although I'm quite a bit older. I was 13 in 1963 when Dirty Dancing supposedly took place. And I spent summers in the Catskills, where the hotel was. I grew up listening to Cousin Brucie. And I fell in love with Patrick in that movie and Ghost. It is a huge loss.

  10. This is so true, even though I was on the tail-end of his Dirty Dancing streak. Great post!

  11. You absolutely covered everything that I personally am feeling right now....what a treat to read your post.......:-) Hugs

  12. I missed it all, but you recorded it for me. Thanks for tuning me in to what it all meant to you., glenn

  13. He was a great guy, and he will be missed. Dirty Dancing, Ghost, and Roadhouse, all good in their own ways :o)

  14. That was my prom theme song. I made fun of it with my friends, but secretly I liked it.

    Nicely done, Suzanne. RIP, Mr. Swayze.

  15. Suzanne, that was amazing. Love the way you tell it girl. "No body puts baby in the corner"...maybe, I am gonna paint that above my desk in bold red letters. Maybe, I am going to tattoo that on some body part.

    Writing is my dancing space. Hope you are enjoying yours.

    Hey, thanks for the comment on my blog. I cried... I know! But I needed to hear that my writing was strong today. Because this edit is hard and I feel like my writing is sniveling under the desk.

    So, now I am inspired after my lunch time (in OZ anyway) fix of Suzanne, I am putting baby to bed and going to go keep editing :)
    Thank you:) You are better than a cold beer... I really like my cold beers :)

  16. Thanks for writing what so many of us are thinking.

    I cried at Teddy Kennedy too...