“I used to have an outy, but after a procedure, now I have an inny. It looks like a vagina.”
“Vaginas are cool”
“No really. It looks like a vagina.” Brooke is one of those rockin (like Dokken!) people who’ll whip out her lighter where you really expect a pair of devil’s horns to be, and use the flame to illuminate her vaginal belly button. “Look!” It did look like a vagina. I felt dirty looking at it.
But my shame was shortlived. Last night rocked. All the people I hadn’t seen in a while crawled out beneath the gray skies and impending rain. It was like homecoming night for me, only there weren’t any obnoxious brightly colored dresses out of tacky fabric.
Zombie suggests I enable, so I enabled someone new: a young girl, Robyn, reticent at first, but came a round soon enough, and lives close enough to the Woodlands to be an honorary tribe member.
Of course, I made a drunken call to Zombie around 11:00 pm. “You only call those you love when you’re drunk.”
Kean and I shared fond Jester reminisces and bits about Kinsolving before rocking to ‘Supernaught’. And Jeff rocked for playing it, as well as requested Elesde and Juno Reactor. It was like our own private club.
The night started off well, me grinning like a maniac, moseying down the freeway, bouncing to Celluloide. “I was seven and forever…”
Maddy and Joel, Batty and Brett, Brandon and Danielle, Ramiro, DJ Dead, Jason and Karen, James, Carmina and David. We were only missing a few lost souls. And I really hadn’t seen anyone in ages.
Even with minor drama, everything was wonderful. I boasted a huge, obnoxious smile for most of the night. I’m happy. Really happy. I was home. Finally. And these were my people.
Whether my happiness drew from some mania, or something like mania makes no matter. I’ve been happy. What else do you need?