jchrisobrien | Will write for food

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"So what's your impression of Dragon Con so far?" I asked as we left the ballrom and it's pounding industrial music behind us. There was a steady stream of... almost humanity walking back and forth. Well, some humans. There were elves and aliens and stormtroopers and three incredibly well done Borg, with laser lights and prosthetic arms and whirring mechanical parts. You stopped to watch them. Then turned and looked at you, the laser light playing across your face. "Werd," you said and smiled at them. They continued to stare, then walked into the darkened ballroom as Velvet Acid Christ began to play.

"Serioulsy, it's a little crowded, but really diverse." We continued walking through the press of people, past the table where Jhonen Vasquez was signing issues of his comic. "But the biggest surprise is that you can fit 20,000 gamers in a hotel and it doesn't smell." I started laughing, and I saw Jhonen snort.

"Give it time," I said. "This is only the first night."
"Rad!"

neat! me, please!

I was over at your old house, and had just finished a shiatsu massage. You asked me if I had some time to hang out, and since I was unemployed and had nothing but time, I agreed. You brewed some tea while I finished my paperwork for your class. The lemongrass smell of the tea was very strong. We sat and talking about massage techniques, the connection between that and martial arts, and whether it was better to be a waitress or a bum. The sky darkened as we talked, and I thought we had been there for hours. There was a crackling noise, a low muffled boom, and the pattering of rain beginning to fall.

You got this wild eyed expression on your face, bounced up and ran outside. I followed, leaving my shoes and socks behind. I saw you spinning round and round, your skirt unfurling as the rain fell. Your eyes were glued to the sky, spilling over with mirth, and every time the lightning flashed you clapped and cheered.

I just stood and watched for a few seconds, basking in the light that radiated from you, before I too jumped into the rain and danced with you under the stormy sky.

I like that quite a lot. :)

sure - make one up!

I can remember the first time I met you, at that Nitzer Ebb concert in Philadelphia. Remember, back when they opened for Depeche Mode. Damn, that was a great concert. There was this little pit in front of the stage, and kids were jumping around, smashing into each other like bumper cars, back when dancing was a full contact sport. So, I was knocked off balance during "Where is the Youth" and I grabbed onto someone's shirt to steady myself and BAM! Your elbow connected right on my chin and knocked me over. There was soon a tangle of kids stepping all over me, but you eventually helped me up to my feet. We made our way to the edge of the pit, and you asked how I was, and I said "semi-conscious."

We talked through most of the Depeche Mode concert, not really paying much attention because we were there for Nitzer Ebb. We bragged about who had seen Skinny Puppy more, and who know more about industrial, and you trumped me because I never heard of Coil. Eventually the subject of schools came up. You told me you went to Bryn Mawr, and I said I never heard of it. "Oh, mostly we get all dressed up at night and sit around singing songs." I didn't believe you, but you told me to come up and see for myself.

I'll be damned if you weren't right. They have majors for everything, it seems.

great one! except I was in high school for that concert :)
we were going to go, and then the person who was supposed to drive wasn't allowed to go at the last second :(

could you write one for me?

My favorite memormy of you covers the time you were working at the Footlight Club in Jamaica Plains. I think I remember seeing you at Manray, but I never had the chance to talk to you. After I was cast in their production of "The Mystery of Edwin Drood" I stopped by the costume department to get fitted as, as the show goes, "there you are!"
I didn't say anything about seeing you at the club at that time, but one night you were coming off the dance floor, and you did a double take when you saw me. Sure, you called me by my character's name, but that just made it more memorable!

We hung out a lot at the theater, especially during dress rehearsals. The smell of freshly cut wood and paint, the dust in the air, gazing out at the old wooden seats. You could feel the history in every inch of the old theater. You often hung out in the second row, working on costumes and chatting with the music director.

I can remember one Saturday performance, when I tore a seam on my jacket during one of the dance numbers. You performed some emergency surgery backstage, holding a penlight between your teeth while you Macguyvered it together with some safety pins and a littl thread. I was just in time getting back on stage.

And, of course, there was the cast parties. What more need be said?

me please!

(and i'll write one for you as soon as i finish this paper)

Your hair was a little flat, your limbs coated with dried sweat, your clothing jangled and swished in the pre-dawn air. But you hadn't lost that wild smile, and you still had a bounce in your step when I was about ready to curl up and go to sleep. We'd been egging each other on all night: come one, just one more song, then we'll take a break, here have you had enough water? Yeah, I have a little... oh wait I LOVE this song! The breaks between songs came fewer and far between, as we danced our way through the progressive house, through trance, through drum and bass and break beat and back to trance again. The humidity was intense, we breathed in the sweat of thousands of dancers and didn't care in the least. Our limbs had strings attached to them, and the DJ's pulled the strings, and we jerked and capered an slid along the floor, until the music stopped and the bystanders pulled themselves from the floor and we staggered, leaning against each other, back to my car.

We made a quick stop on the way back from the event to get breakfast. There were a handful of other colorfully decked out kids, fingers wrapped around mugs of coffee, with that thousand mile stare that bespoke of legal dancing and illegal substances. As we left the diner, you saw a playground a block away, and wanted to check it out. I watched you play on the jungle gym, while I sat on the swings and watched the sun come up. You took the swing next to me, and we swung back and forth, higher and higher, egging each other on again. The music from the car swelled and the sun rose, and it was one of the most awesome sunrises I had ever seen.

*grin* Yes, please. I'm quite curious to see what you will come up with... ;)

One time, at Burning Man... I could leave the story right there, but that wouldn't do it justice. There were so many wonderful memories, it being my first time there, and you the veteran guiding me through it. Veteran, mentor, sensei, all that and more. The memory that sticks out was at Pelican Camp. They had erected that metal sculpture in the sand, cloth and ropes dangling and swaying from it. I still can't believe that carted all that metal all the way into the desert, the important thing was that it was solid and real, and I need a little anchoring at that time of the night.

I looked toward the campfire, at the painted and tattooed and metal skewered bodies that leapt around the fire. My eyes picked you out at last, the firelight turning your skin bone white and your hair gold. You drifted from boy to girl, laughing and loving freely. Then you spun by yourself, dancing with your arms raised, and you were right in front of the fire, and then you became the fire, flames licking around your limbs and blazing in your hair and your song rising up to the heavens and I could have sworn you were consumed by the flames.

I close my eyes, but even then I could see you burning brightly. Then the light dimmed, and I felt fingers clawing down my chest. I opened my eyes and you were ther, staring at me with kindess and concern, and the firelight haloed you hair, and even then you glowed.
You drew me forward with a smile and a kiss, joining the dancers around the fire, and the time for anchoring was gone.

Wow. Thank you, that's absolutely beautiful. You just made my day. :)

*adds this to her memories section*

Wow, my imaginary memory was added to your real memories. How meta! :)

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