Friday, September 22, 2006 it sinks
How was the Best of Baltimore Party? It was like all the parties I've been to as an honored guest on roller skates. The floor gets wet and slick, people bump into you, people joke about how funny it would be to push you down the stairs. When you pose for a snapshot with your friend who is moving away soon, you see arms snaking up behind your friend with the camera, and when the flash goes off, three or four more go off with it, so in the pictures, the ones you see at least, your eyes are elsewhere and you're doing something strange with your mouth.
I elbowed some hippy in the ribs. I was watching the musical act, and somebody bumped me hard from the back as they rushed by to get closer to the stage. I rolled wildly for a second, but regained my balance, and stuck an elbow out for more personal space as the first drunk person's friend also jostled through without a token "Excuse me". By the time the hippy came bumping up against everybody, that elbow had some juice to it. We don't smoke no marijuana in Muskogee, son. He started flashing me the peace sign. I started telling him the importance of watching where he was going. Then the rest of the girls formed a wall. I suppose this is what they mean by Girl Power. As the ever-wise Sister Midnight said, it's a shame we didn't win best Turtle Power.
Best of Baltimore, the smuggest little party of the year, is not just for the superlative among us. Regular City Paper advertisers and people who know people also end up with tickets. There are a lot of young people who seem to be at MICA on hair scholarships but probably have hip young businesses with fun rock-n-roll atmospheres, and there are older, squarer individuals who probably also have fun rock-n-roll atmospheres but no fun. There is an open bar, and the party is only from 6:30-9:30, so people were drinking hard and fast.
I guess that when you're the freak show, you have to expect some stares, and there's part of me that eats it up, but it's draining. I drank too much, and the end of the night was marked with the spectacular crash of my dignity breaking upon the rocks. Tomorrow is another day, though.
Tomorrow is a day of exhibition scrimmages at Virginfest. I can't wait 'til Cee-Lo asks for my autograph. posted by Frenz | 9/22/2006 09:49:00 AM
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