I'm in California, and I realized today is the anniversary of the Blackout of 1977. What a crazy summer that was. Star Wars premiered, Son of Sam lurked, and the blackout mercifully saved me from a blind date my sister had set up for me.
I was on Broadway and E. 77th street at a small restaurant called The Only Child. My sister had arranged a blind date for me with a "dreamy" guy from her job. My sister was a runway model for a furrier, while I waited tables at a restaurant on 58th and Lexington. I thought for sure she spent her days around the most gorgeous men, tall well groomed, and mature. For two weeks I pestered her for more info. about Matt, but as the days drew closer he was reduced to "cute and interesting". I was suspicious.
On Friday July 13 1977, my sister and I sat at the bar waiting for our table. When Matt came in I realized I was in for a long painful evening. He looked like a kid with a curfew! I glared at my sister as she cheerfully introduced us. As soon as I stretched out my hand to shake his, the whole city went dark, giving me the opportunity to slip away! I was able to duck out on what might have been the worst blind date ever. That was just the start of an epic 25 hours. My sister and I were 80 blocks away from home.