So many bloggers posted about “kissing” for K, inspiring me to tell my own odd tale of my first kiss. With this guy:

Ozzy Osbourne

 

It was that hazy time period between daguerreotypes and upwardly mobile megapixel Smartphone cameras… ah yes, the 80s.

It was a huge day in rock for me. My dad even let me skip school.

Ozzy was coming to town.

I received the Diary Of a Madman album for my 12th birthday and never looked back. Ozzy was a huge part of my rock and roll education. So when it was announced (on that old talking box known as a ‘radio’) that Ozzy would be signing autographs at the House of Guitars (amazing music store) in my hometown, I had to go. And as I stood in line for what felt like hours, waiting to approach the Prince of Darkness’ throne, I knew what I wanted to ask him.

He was holding court in a small room at the back of the store; the amplifier room, if I remember correctly. No scepter in his hands, just a Sharpie marker. I stepped away from my fellow commoners and was granted access up the steps. On shaking legs, I made it to the front of his table. He asked me my name, and as I stared, watching him scrawl an autograph for me, I knew what I had to ask him. It was a crazy request. But my fourteen year old brain rationalized it thus: IF YOU DON’T ASK HIM NOW, YOU WILL REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. (Ah, the timeless teenage flair for the dramatic.)

ASK HIM!

“Can I give you a kiss?”

And he responded with “sure, sweetheart” in that murmuring Brummie accent, leaned over his table and gave me a very sweet peck on the lips.

“Your lips touched bat lips!” Yeah, I got a few comments like that from my schoolmates. Reminiscent of Lucy Van Pelt running around after Snoopy kissed her, yelling, “Yech, blech! My lips touched dog lips!”

Peanuts Lucy

 BAT LIPS!

While Ozzy’s infamous bat-biting incident had earned him a series of rabies shots a couple of years before, I deemed him to be a relatively safe first kissing specimen. He wasn’t foaming at the mouth, after all. And I can safely say I’ve never had a boy NOT kiss me since at the risk of 3rd degree bat germs.

And that, my friends, was the first kiss I had ever received from a ‘boy’ – Ozzy Osbourne, January 1984. Had our social networks existed back then, I probably would have an Instagram pic to prove it, a hundred ‘likes’ on my facebook status and a Tweet along the lines of: OMG I just kissed @OfficialOzzy on the lips! #mylifeiscomplete!

But all I have are the memories….and a 29 year old autograph. I pulled it out the other day from between the pages of my wedding photo album – yes, it has a place of honor there – to snap a pic of it to share here. Brittle with age, it’s yellowing like those fake treasure maps we tried to make look old when we were kids by staining them with tea and ironing the edges. But it’s the real deal, and a memory to treasure for all time: my lips kissing bat lips.

It was a really nice first kiss.

 

To Jessica, Love Ozzy Osbourne

To Jessica, Love Ozzy Osbourne

Aw, he even signed ‘love’!