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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Post Halloween Post

At any party a dozen different things are happening at once. This is what one of them looked like at four in the morning last Sunday.

FURight Night Fire

Towards the end of the night, I got Steven and Kelsey spinning fire with the gorgeous Deaja playing along with them. The song is one of my originals...written, performed, and produced by moi; "Divinity" <3 Enjoy

Posted by Madie Animay Gyrle Shimizu on Monday, November 2, 2015


The spinner moved out last month after living with us for a year. I don't know the woman snuggling up to him but she looked great. After sunup her chest and tummy was enticingly smeared with blood as a result of some aggressive making out with a woman who gets nosebleeds. That woman in turn is not only also hella fine (technical term) and a talented hooper and spinner but works as a scientist-engineer and occasionally posts cool things that involve calculus-laden statistics. The music is by a friend who calls me her Burner Daddy because I introduced her to local events several years before she could make it out to the desert for the first time this year. She did the filming too. I took some pictures also but none of them are spectacular.

We arrived at that party about three in the morning. I hadn't wanted to go at all. I'm kind of partied out and my Saturday was full enough already. I spent most of that day finding a car to replace the smashed one. I only had a few hours to find and buy a car. This process had to be over with, as I only got the insurance money that morning and I needed to dump the rental asap. I found a Honda on Craigslist that gave a better impression than other ones on there, looked at it, got a good vibe from the seller, and bought it. Drove it home and took my first-ever Uber ride to go back for the rental. Pretty soon it was time to get the three youngest kids to the three different Halloween activities they had planned. Once that back and forth was under way, Sunya came home after having been working on party setups since the previous afternoon (yes, straight through -- she has an amazing work ethic). A couple bars downtown were having spectacular Halloween events and she was providing some of the arts / deco. After all that, she really needed to party down and so took a bath and got dressed up. I took her downtown as part of my driving around for the kids. By eleven I was in bed and by midnight nearly asleep when all of a sudden a message came knocking, i.e. she wanted to go to Lance's and she wanted to go with me.

Lance is a Burner friend with multiple acres in the mountains above Colfax who was throwing one of his legendary parties for Halloween. All week we had decided we didn't want to go. Partied out, etc. But things change and when she wanted to go, and wanted to go with me, it took me all of 1.75 seconds to decide that was a good idea. I got some dress-up rig or other together, she came by with a small entourage of close friends who were too altered to drive, someone was sent to the liquor store before it closed, we piled into two cars about 2am, and arrived on the scene an hour later.

The woods were dark but it was not a scene from a horror movie. Cars lined the narrow road forever in all directions. From the road above the house, colored lights could be seen decorating the space, laser-light patterns played among the trees, and fire filled a large pit, surrounded the bar, or danced in the air with its talented practitioners. Dance music (some form or other of trance or house typically) swelled and faded with the use of the doors. Hundred of people wearing everything but normal clothes talked and danced and lay around and made out and laughed and yelled and, well, you know. I've grown into these scenes and they represent, more than anything else, the highest expression of shared happiness I've ever seen. As we walked in, we were embraced by close friends, I was gifted some mood enhancement, and off we went into the many shenanigans. It only got cold when the clouds rolled in after sunup and it started to rain.

4 comments:

Harry said...

"Gifted"?

Really?

Dude.

Don said...

The power of acculturation. Besides, I don't know if it was given to me, or if ultimately I actually paid for it.

Paula said...

I can't even with your life. GET SOME SLEEP!

Don said...

Yeah right. That night I helped my mom move to her new apartment. But I got some sleep anyway. Some.