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I’ve been to a couple parties over the past week that were a little outside my realm of experience. You ever go to a get-together or whatever at someone’s place, but it’s someone you only kind of know? I guess this is something I would have experienced in high school had I had a normal teenager experience. It’s just sort of strange, to me.

Let me try to paint a picture:

Both times were at the same place, this older house that’s being renovated by an artist — so it’s sort of funky inside. There’s a wall with three video monitors embedded like pictures, showing slowly progressing stills of a highway. Projector on the wall playing They Might Be Giants videos, but with no sound. Some of the walls have that sort of half-finished/half-falling apart look such as you see at Mexican restaurants, with brick slightly exposed behind freshly painted plaster. Comfy-looking furniture and huge, round cocktail-table. People dancing around said table, or at least doing a fair imitation of epilepsy.

More strangers in the open kitchen with lots and lots of booze — strange mix of really good cooking implements and really cheap. Though, to the owner’s credit, most of it looked good. Big, rusty fridge with a beer tap sticking out the front. Speakers hanging from the ceiling. Loud guy talking about a vision-quest he had while under the influence of peyote.

You walk out the back door, through a sort of storage area (inexplicably filled with 10 or so mattresses and, I think, chicken crates), and out to the back patio which has a neat, circular, brick spiral motif. On the patio is an above-ground firepit, around which people hanging out and laughing while two hippy-lookin’ dudes play guitar. Wildflowers, weeds, and folding chairs lurk around the firelight.

People coming and going through the back yard, dissolving into the shadows.

It’s a little strange.

I don’t really know how to act in that sort of situation; It’s just out of my realm of experience. It wasn’t bad, though. I have the song, “Scarlet Begonias” stuck in my head. One of the guys on guitar, Adam, and this chick I don’t know did an awesome duet of the song. It was really cool and a little romantic.

Went home late. Slept late. Sometimes I feel as if I’m in a post-teen stage, where I’m doing all the stuff I never attempted or got the chance to attempt when I was younger. Though, it occurs to me that perhaps I’m hitting things like this entirely because I’ve started hanging out with artists and actors, and they never really grow up.

Whatever. This is rambling because I’m sleepy, so I’ll just stop here.