Back when I was drunk...

Listening to this song reminds me of a hot summer night, years ago. Black Bettie (an all-female Black Sabbath cover band) played their last show ever. A boy I'd barely noticed around town came up to me and said, "Becca, I have a present for you." He came back with a Clan of Xymox tape and told me that he'd seen the patches on my hoodie and thought I'd appreciate it.

After the show we drank beer on the railroad tracks and he invited me back to his boat, where we had sloppy drunk sex in the cabin. Afterwards, we smoked a joint and stared at the moon for a while, then I kissed him on the lips and stumbled home, with no promise of ever seeing him again.

It was the end of a brutal summer, full of sweat and whiskey and costumes and sex, and the beginning of a much darker winter, full of heartbreak and poor decisions.


I won't say that I exactly miss those days, but I lived them with an intensity that I'm not sure I can reach again.

[ETA: It has not escaped me that this post is about having sex.. ON A BOAT.]

Off to the woods.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the woods to visit with this guy:



... and other wonderful people...

to celebrate the 5th birthday of these ladies:



I still intend to go to that show in the evening, but the beautiful folks at the farm insist that they will conspire to convince me to stay. I'm awfully stubborn, though.