Wednesday, June 12, 2002
I was listening to my only album by The Lemmings last night. Certain songs can cause such intense flashbacks for me. As the first few chords of "Toast" played, vivid memories of being in a basement of one of the Northside Co-ops slammed into my head. It was 1982, N2O was in the air. I was dancing with a girl I had never seen before, and, after a wild time later that night, I'd never see again. A guy dancing near us was so wasted that he fell forward and forgot to put out his hands to break his fall. My dance partner was whispering in my ear, but the music down there was so loud I couldn't hear her words. I just nodded - obviously the right answer.
Posted by Mark at 4:13 PM