what ever happened to that pair of panties?

i remember my lack of inhibition, my inability to behave appropriately, my desperate need to be the center of attention.

Camp Uncas, 1992?
we were invited to use the sauna (i remember Jason being there and the owner and my boss). an outdoor sauna on a lake in the Adirondacks. there's something primal about the memory that will always make every other hot tub or hotel jacuzzi seem like a pale reflection of a greater truth.
perhaps that's what inspired me to create a dance to make the stars come out.

just me in my underwear (my favorite pair, the pair i stole from Joe Marco, the kind with the cloth waistband before that was really popular), stomping the ground shouting out Violent Femme lyrics, arms flailing legs kicking.

Jason was a good enough friend to join in (this must have happened before i drove his car off the road and halfway down the mountain and totalled it- that was awkward!).

i've changed so much- i could never do this again. not the same way.