June 30, 2005

FRANCES FARMERS GHOST SLEEPS IN LEE HARVEY'S GRAVE (AND OTHER DELIGHTS)

I am in Seattle, the city, where, once, in August of 1992, I spent two minutes losing my virginity in a basement. The pre-coital eventing: smoking weed, listening to some Bad Brains, viewing Juice for the first time. Famously, I have puked bananas in this city. Less known incidents: DJing the magicist party ever, which crammed 500 into the Eggroom - Phil Sherburne bouncing to ANTE UP, Steve Snere humping all legs available and Frankie Chan pretending like putting his hand on my booty was an accident. The halcyon early nineties where it was all outdoor shows in Olympia and everyone except me doing 'recreational' intrevenous heroin and no one had died yet.

I am here, Seattle. I am here and making new, delightfully boring memories of the city right this instant. Where is that ugly-mazing library of yours that Rem K. designed? I wanna see that shit. Holler at me if you wanna go.

Posted by Jessica at June 30, 2005 05:40 PM | TrackBack