At Xtian’s tape release, I was the first wet guest to arrive. For the second year in a row, monsoons came early.
Technical issues and I was so thirsty. Rain was strong enough to put out cigarettes but not fill my little paper cup.
Luna, Sarah, and MC came from a party at Buffalo Thunder, filled my cup with wine. Angelo played sweet, his back to the crowd. Xtian did dark and foggy with yelp-jokes and clarinet. Outside, touring act said he would try to ascend to the level or brattiness embodied by the sensitive bros before him.
I joined Angelo on a dance floor of no-kick. Experimental Housewife outdid herself with a non-dance set.
I gave Sarah my jacket, I said I would give Sarah a ride.
Sarah: “What do you wanna do?”
Me: “By gang!”
(Angelo and Luna sitting in a chair)
Angelo got up, hugged me close. Locking eyes and looking away: “When do you leave?” “As soon as my visa comes.” “Don’t go.” “I won’t.” We kissed.
Sarah and I got in the car. Laughed. “I feel like Angelo has been a little flirty toward me.”
MC: “What a fucking psycho.”
Me: “What I should not do is go to the after party at Luna’s”
We talked about our days and shared the two Tecates that were in the fridge (Angelo moved in… he brought his stuff over…)
Sarah: You’re dying to go over there aren’t you?
We met the new neighborhood cat, she was dressed in all black. Read her collar: “Banana”
Sarah and I went home.