September 15, 1998.

I think I'm going to be able to update today. Keep in mind that I can't check my email right now, which hurts me more than it hurts you. So no time-sensitive messages & no cranky "why haven't you written back yet?" notes. I'm trying, I really am.

Although I was monstrously tired last night & I couldn't find any of my friends, Galadrial was so excited about going for retro night that I swallowed my fatigue, put on some lipstick & shoved my keys in my pocket. We made it in the doors for the witching hour, just as the goths came out to play. Content to merely watch for the first little while, I thought about goths & goth dancing in particular. There were some really good dancers out last night, dancing in that "don't touch me/please fuck me" way which is specific to good goth dancers. I half hoped that DJ Shannon would play "This Charming Man," just so I could get it out of my head, but all the Smiths-hungry people were left sadly wanting.

I was up on the floor for something or other when Palaver shot in to join me. A few songs later, Sister Sunshine joined the fray. I was particularly glad to see her show up, since she had her fabulous Kousin Kris in tow. I haven't seen him in over 2 years, but I plan to marry him in order to enter the highly exclusive & highly Armenian world of Sister Sunshine's family. Partly to be Sister Sunshine's cousin & partly because Kris is utterly fabulous & a really good time. SS let down her guard completely, which I'd never seen before. Just the way that she danced showed how happy he made her. Which I think is a better birthday present than I could come up with.

I've never met a performance artist before...at least, I think he was being serious. It's funny...I've only met him twice, and I already miss him. I can't imagine how SS feels. We made a firm, yet calendrically unspecified date to check into a hotel with a hot tub & do 'shrooms all night. I'm turning into quite the little hophead, nu?

one year ago today: the promise of coincidence, slack & beer