victory dance

We acknowledged R's move to begin a new life by having an acid party. I'd never tried to coordinate something like this before, as previous attempts to bring together a group of friends have usually failed since often those I love most are extremely different from each other, and don't necessarily have chemistry.


jy called it a "hellokitty-lordoftheflies-but-with-girls" kind of experience.
b said it surpassed her highest expectations.
we wore yellow streamer bandanas, set fire to the hello kitty piñata with a large bottle of lighter fluid, dripped red wax on our hands until we became crustaceans.

i like pushing the idea of hostessing to the heights of making all things as trippy and crazy as possible for all fucked up guests

while also maintaining a feeling of fun and goodness

R saidit was like a dream

it was maniacal

we were all literally guffawing for hours- a full 8 hour workday/night

i fell alot, i have bruises all over my legs

i've never done acid with more than one person and liked it

i was performing a lot of the night which wasn't totally ideal

but it was what everyone was sort of expecting

there was one incredible moment for me

that was captured on polaroid

i got this pretty book for the guest book idea

it had alternating pages of white and plastic sleeve for scrapbooking

jm brought her polaroid camera

we were supposed to take pictures for each page for each person so they could write something

so there was a lot of picture taking all night

i've never tripped with cameras before either

i started bellowing if there isn't a picture of it did it really happen?

anyway

i was flailing around in the kitchen with a bottle of cabernet sauvignon giving speeches

i did give speeches!

it was all in the plan

the bottle was unopened

i kept forgetting i wanted some

it was a prop more like

for gesturing

there was a group at the kitchen table watching

and laughing the whole time

i wasn't taking myself very seriously

nor were they

serious loss of motor control

anyway i eventually found the bottle opener

one of those fancy ones

and i was poking and prodding

i guess it looked a bit dangerous maybe

like i shouldn't be handling anything sharp in my state

or have glass in my hand maybe

anyway i kept going with my speech distract everyone, they stopped worrying

in a last shocking pull, i very expertly popped out the cork and there was literally a chorus of shocked "wow!!!"s like it was magic

like how could such a ridiculous fucked up person have done such a skillful move

and when i realized that it was so impressive

i did a weird little victory dance with the cork held up above my head like a trophy

and someone took a picture

the polaroid developed in minute and there was a squawking all around

the picture was CRAZY

i looked happier than i have ever seen myself look before

my face was a picture of unfiltered joy and i looked like i was 3 and i was jumping in the air

no one could believe it

i kept asking is that really in me???

really?

did you know?

that THAT is in me?