BYOE (bring your own Ensure)
Written at: 00:38 27 Jan, 2001
I think I'm getting old. There were two parties last night. The first one was a raging "beach" party. Lights, DJ, girls in swimsuits, blacklights, crazy folks, alcohol, all that. Fun fun fun, it would seem, and yet I was ready to leave after a few minutes. Maybe it was that there didn't seem to be anybody to talk to, although there was no shortage of folks to boogie oogie woogie with. Maybe it was the creeping eeping feeling that I had stumbled upon a frat party.
Regardless, we left for a far more subdued event at which Ben from Kind of Like Spitting was present. Which is a total name-drop. And belies my enchantment with celebrity, no matter how local or oddly bemonikered. Well, they're not all that local, really, in that indie kids far and wide seem to like them. Which is I guess why it was so nice to just be at this party, talking to Ben about music, about the Dismemberment Plan and Whitesnake and the things in between.
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