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Friday |
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This party had balcony written all over it--from decorating with pink garage sale beaded curtain to watching east sky darken with sunset to howling monkeys cheering procession of floats from Powerhouse to Solstice Parade staging area to latenight smokes to vomitty trauma to quiet reflection to spin-the-camera photographs to ultimate arc of three-story piss with terminal drops illuminated similar to shot of Doug Martsch with single sweatdrip dangling from nose backlit by yellow stagelight. A lot of vibey energy passed through our apartment and again I forgot to put out a guest book, so if you were there, won't you please sign in and share some impressions, perhaps a projective "what I did this summer" essay predicting what you hope to do in the months ahead? |  |
