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2 April 1999: Blue Moon Porch Party
I think it's something in Amy's blood. Full moon comes around, she gotta have a party. If it's a BLUE moon...
Man, we had something like twenty-five people over Friday night. That may not seem like much to you, but to a group of fairly reclusive ex-geeks (ex? oh REALLY? so what's THIS we're reading? hmmm?) -shut up, you- anyway, to us it's a bunch. All the extended family (snort) and a few new faces. Of course, in some way or another, we all knew everyone. Mobile is the biggest small town in the world. You can't play Six Degrees of Mobile, 'cause at the most it only takes three. But you can play Three Degrees of Mobile! Come on, we'll take every person that was at the party and link around to how they know each other.
Some people who showed up:
Becky's dancer friend Charity : she gets first mention cause she was easily the most entertaining. Cute little chick, dancer's body, tiny catholic-school skirt, everything else black, drunk as hell. 'Kept doing something she called the 'Lesbian Seduction Dance.' Leaned on a lot of people while she apologized about being so drunk. Didn't bother me... probably 'nuff said.
Randy Moberg and Jeff: Randy is a painter, works locally, pretty damn successful, pretty damn talented. Rumor has it that he's around because he wants to paint what's going on at the porch. Interesting. Jeff is a potter, used to have a gallery out on Old Shell Road. Cool guys. Hell, they bought pizza.
Linda and Jeff hit it off pretty well...
The party spread out through Nick and Amy's apartment as well as up and down the porch. We had planned to have it on the landing upstairs, but the weather turned great, and the night was perfect. Everyone wanted to be outside. It was a trip, the long narrow porch lined with people, conversations and drinking and laughing... I think it was one of the few parties I've been to with lots of people where no one got stupid or mean and no crisis erupted. Good people to be with.
Of course, being a good person doesn't preclude being a CLUMSY person... and quarters were kinda close... and a couple or three (or six, whatever) wine glasses took a nosedive off the porch and five feet down to the parking lot. CRASH. Darlene saved us from the perils of broken glass on the porch, though, which was good 'cause I was barefoot all night. (I wasn't wearing any underwear either, though that's neither here nor there. Or maybe it was there. Whatever, whatever.)
Let's see, who else was there... girl named Ashley came with Val. Cool chick, hadn't seen her in about four years. Last time was at Mardi Gras downtown, got a picture of her playing pool. Her hair had grown out long, and she let me play with it. Not enough girls have long hair anymore. Well, Laurie's hair is pretty damn long, and that's cool. She was there with Pat and his sister and her husband (and their brother's cousin's uncle, once removed, you know the one, used to work down the paper mill with Bert and Johnny? Eeek, I think my Southern's showing, I find it far too easy to sit down and relate a huge string of who was where with whom and what they drank and who they talked to and...)
This time around, wine seemed to be the drink o' choice. It's usually bourbon. Wild Turkey. Rob prefers the 101, but I think the 80 proof is quite adequate. Rare Breed is de rigeur on Derby Day. There was some rum around, and Rob nursed a bottle of Jaegermeister all night long. I think he regretted that. Actually, I KNOW he regretted that, cause his bathroom shares a wall with the porch. He drank the whole damn thing. Ick. He wouldn't let me drink ANY of it. Said something about me not needing to drink cause I have leukemia, or some shit like that. Dammit. He's right, sigh, dammit. Did I say dammit already? Dammit. Anyway... didn't exactly prevent me from getting festive, but it did keep me from a hangover in the morning, so thanks Rob. I think. Actually, it was pretty cool, we were up till after 3, everybody got 'faced, and no one had a hangover. We gathered the next morning back on the porch, had coffee, watched cats, and talked about how amusing the night before had been.
I danced with Darlene. Like, really danced. To the music and everything. We smiled at each other a lot. She's fun, very lovely armful of girl. Amy's living room seems to invite that kind of thing, open space with hardwood floor and a really good stereo. Helps that she has good taste in music, too. You can sometimes wander into there from the rest of the party and find Amy or another girl dancing alone in the room, lit only by candlelight. I sat down and watched Amy dance to Ani DiFranco once, and had to leave because it was too intense, and she was Nick's and I really needed to get up and walk away right now yes right now would be a good time to leave I thought as I tried to tear my eyes off of her and more or less succeeded and stumbled out of the room and shook my head and went looking for a drink.
Valerie and Ashley show up. Of course, they must walk past ME to get inside... and I HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Amy is sometimes the Bad Amy. Sometimes she's the Savage Amy. Sometimes she bites. She bit me. I think she bit Sid. She's usually very sweet about it, and good at making up afterwards... but when she bites, she leaves scars. I have a nice impression of her teeth below the tattoo on my upper left arm, and it's been there since last August. When you wrestle with Amy, remember that just because you've got her arms pinned, her legs pinned, you're gotten the knife out of her hand and are now more or less sitting on her back, you shouldn't assume that she's now harmless. She's never harmless. She bites. Hard. But it's not altogether unpleasant to be bitten hard by Amy.
I think she jumped on top of Sid and rode her around the floor or something. Sid's arm was pretty mangled in the process, but luckily there was a bio-geneticist from the near future around, and he wasn't too potted, so he gave her some nano-fixit's and they crawled around in there and knitted her right up. She didn't like it though... the nano-fixit's had to be introduced into her system in a rather out-of-the-way location. At least she said she didn't like it.
Nick and Darlene started this massage thing, but apparently a bunch of people thought it was a good idea, 'cause at one point when I walked out, there was a 'massage train' chugging down the porch steps. If you stayed and talked, you were incorporated. Assimilated. Resistance was futile.
Ya gotta watch out for Christy. Or is that Christy having to protect herself from Sid? Either one is equally possible.
Becky and Charity wandered here and there, spreading insanity whither they wentest. They stopped by to drop some on my head
And Charity was proud of her pierced tongue.
The End.
Ok, I know, weird way to end things. But that's how it was. Stuff got really fuzzy on towards 3 am. Suddenly, people had disappeared and it all just seemed to be fading out. Happens like that.