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shiny objects

Monday, June 06, 2005


Pwhew. Man I'm burned out. Last night began with lax carding at the 21+ wristband counter, and ended with a ride home on a motorcycle, my arms around a handsome black man's waist. (Yes, mom, I wore my helmet.) Somewhere between the two events, I listened to a lot of local music and jived with the Delmar crowd.

My favorite band of the evening was The Schwag - a Greatful Dead tribute jam-band that played pretty damned well. Alan has turned me on to such things more than I initially expected he would. During The Schwag's first set, I wished he were there with all my little shriveled heart. We would have sat together against the whitewashed wall, very close to the speaker, and danced the whole time. We would have shared a cold bottle of water and laughed at the flocking burnouts and ex-hippies.

But no. Alan has mono. (Oddly enough, I don't.) He's completely housebound for another 2 weeks or so, and quite possibly infectious for some months after. And seeing as I can't afford to get sick for an entire month, a visit is completely out of the question anytime soon. Shoot me now.


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