The Judies – 529 July 3rd, 2009

A Sweaty Sring of Thought.

I stumbled to the keyboard this evening. I’m attempting to weld together the weird memories of this July 3rd night. When a plethora of pieces do not fall together, I doubt the significance of my consistent inebriation. Almost as consistent as The Judies ability to portray their talent. So here I go.

The Howlies played first. They played well.

Dancing…Sweat….Shirtless…Few thoughts about anything at all. Eviction from formal thought…Or any thought.

So after a flash of tasty images (all I could remember), I road towards elation in the cool twilight. With a some band mates, of course.

I steered my car wheel towards a coffee shop that Gatsby would have owned. That is, if Gatsby had weird sex parties above the stage. Or if drug use were violently apparent. Or if he had existed in this 21st century cultural haze at all. Illegal things happened and this Nick is not afraid to narrate such stringent subjects.

We then continued to my apartment complex. The absolute elation of the night was not decimated by the surreptitious creep of the sun over the flat of the horizon, but by a greasy greeting from a chunk of cheesy ground beef that’s churning your stomach. There’s always time to make one more bad decision, I guess.

So the day was starting. We came together because of music and left tired. We simply converged on a planet as humans, and we attempted to make our residence here slightly more tolerable. So as I sit here gently pulling a cigarette from my face, I ponder possible meanings in nights like this. And if you were in front of me, you would see my realization.

The realization that day had come. The realization that I wasn’t wearing pants. The realization that everyone had left to their respective partners, floors, or in some cases, a bed. I awoke from that trance and thought it better to lay down my naked body in bed.