first there was the eating raw fish part. i had never eaten raw fish before, & required training wheels on my chopsticks. everyone was polite & did not laugh at me. wasabi rocks.
then there was the blurry part with the perfect music:
after that there was the part where a perfect stranger named esteban was attempting to suck the barbell right outta my tongue & also whispering propositions for further tongue-related activities all shivery-silky in my ear. “i have to find my daughter” i said. i found dorothy instead, close enough. “is this guy bugging you?” she asked. my brain staggered around looking for the answer to that, struggling to steady itself on the slippery curves of the inside of my skull, finally concluding that in a perfect world the answer would be no, so, yes. “um, yeah?”, i said. “beat it”, dorothy said. esteban beat it.
& everyone had to agree i had the weirdest hair there.