March 4, 1964, Wednesday, Ugly Day – We almost got in a fight about Tijuana. He lies to me.
Drove to school. Looked ugly all day because my hair was a mess. Came home did my roots. Than we had to take my car to have the brakes fixed. Some guy there wanted to know where I got such a bitchen car. A 57, Bel Air Chevy, blue and white, with black and blue interior and blue dashboard. I told him it was my grandmothers. My grandfather gave it to me after she died last year. Such a bitchen car for a girl, he said. Came home and fell asleep until 8;00. Then forced myself to get up and make my little brother Preston a birthday cake. While doing this Howard called. He wants a picture of me. He says we’re going to the mountains for a weekend. I told him I wouldn’t do it. Told him I think I got someone for Phil. Sharon Wright. We’re going surfboard shopping Saturday. Meeting him at the beach. Sure hope we can go out Saturday. He’s getting a day job so we can go out at night. He’ll take me to Club Night. He can’t call tomorrow.
So Here’s my Saffron Club picture I had made just for Howard to show his Surf buddies.
Interior of my 57 Chevy with dice hanging off the mirror
Hanging out in Surf City 1964, shopping for longboards,