Last night we were all dancing at a benefit.
On a hill, behind huge fir trees. In the Community Center
13th Floor and Mandana. Sound Garden influence and hard hard old rock.
Non alchoholic event (which meant everybody had these paper cups... and dark stuff in coke cans...)
Between midnight and 1:00 am, everybody on the floor, all ages, dancing their brains out, lights hung in all the windows and flashing overhead.
Old women dancing like girls. Old men teaching women the two-step. Boys leaping up and down before 13th Floor like Watusi. Girls stamping, arms linked.
Four women bumping in a very kinky foursquare around the bliss-faced UPS driver. He's gonna drive funny all week.
Ain't no spooks gonna get us.