One of my old college roommates left a comment on my Facebook page the other day using his nickname for me: Boom Boom Morrocco. Oh my gosh how that name used to make me laugh! And OH! the memories it brought back.
James, Wayne, me and first Eileen, then a girl named Julie, all shared a house in Tucson. No, calling it a house is being too generous. It was a shack.
But rent was cheap (especially when we split it four ways) and it was near enough to campus to be convenient but far enough away to not feel confined.
Ah, those were the days….Back when Boom Boom Morrocco was a force to be reckoned with. She knew what she wanted and she went after it with single-minded determination. And if you got in her way? She’d figure out a way to move you.
What ever happened to her?
People who know me now would not understand how selfish, self-serving, and ruthless I could be back then. It just wouldn’t jive with the girl they’ve come to know.
Sometimes I’m embarrassed of some of the things ol’ Boom Boom did back then. Then other times I giggle with delight and my inner Courtie pumps her fists in glee that she was ever that daring and sassy.
But then I sober up remembering how many people I hurt and how many friendships I ruined. All because I was determined to have whatever I wanted at whatever cost.
And if I really think about, part of Boom Boom’s still with me. The fun, wild, non-hurtful part. She doesn’t come out of hibernation very much, but when she does…Boom Boom brings the party with her!
I also had some other nicknames back then, including Courts (which still carries through today and which I even sometimes use as a pen name now) and Plunky (a variation of Punky from Punky Brewster, and is the name most people knew me by freshmen year of college, especially in the dorm.)
Nowadays Wayne calls me Ed or Eddie. If I’m wearing something weird he calls it an Ernie outfit (as in Ernie from Sesame Street). I think of myself as Ernie most times because that fits who I am now.
A few months back when we were on vacation I also picked up Fun Size, not so much as a nickname but as a way to think of myself. (As in, “I’m not short, I’m Fun Size!” One of the photographers on our boat told me that one.)
But Boom Boom Morrocco…that’s a classic. And almost too perfect. I can incorporate it into a tagline with another nickname I’ve acquired at volleyball:
Killer Court Boom Boom Morrocco takes care of business with Fun Size flair!
Oh yeah, that works!
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