My Night of Debauchery
So Manly Man convinced me to go to a punk show in a basement that wouldnâ€™t start until around midnight with the idea that I would get some interesting pictures, thatâ€™s pretty much how you can get me to do about anything. Hell, I desperately want to go to Chernobyl because of the pictures I could get, screw toxic fumes.
Iâ€™ve been to basement parties before. Iâ€™ve hung out in a windowless room with a bunch of drunk kids and so much smoke fumes that even if you havenâ€™t smoked the entire night you are coughing before you leave. Iâ€™ve been at parties the music is so loud that you have to learn to speak with arm movements. Iâ€™ve also had to go in groups of girls to use the bathroom and had to squat in the backyard to relieve myself. Ahhhâ€¦my younger years.
This wasnâ€™t much different, except for the fact I wasnâ€™t drinking, I wasnâ€™t smoking and I was basically hiding in the back corner hoping that I wouldnâ€™t get body slammed by the kids throwing themselves around to the music but also hoping someone wouldnâ€™t figure out I was a poser and kick my thirty-something ass out the door.
There was also the bathroom. It was so hard to believe what I was seeing that I nearly took a picture but then I realized nobody would want to see the picture. Nobody. The bathroom looked similar to what Iâ€™d imagined a crack house bathroom would look like and yeah, it didnâ€™t have a door but a curtain. The toilet was on itâ€™s way to reminding me of the one in Trainspotting. I donâ€™t even think I have to tell you if there was toilet paper or not.
Whatâ€™s amusing is Manly Man was more horrified by the bathroom than I was, Iâ€™d seen this kind of thing before and câ€™mon, he didnâ€™t have to touch it. He suggested that maybe I should just go in the backyard and I said â€œIâ€™m too old for that shit,â€ which is the truth.
There were guys with real mohawks, there was a moshpit getting out of hand in a space far too small for it, there were many questionable people but what horrified me most was a girl who had this enormous purple pocketbook! What have girls come to these days that they bring a pocketbook like that into a basement party?!?! For shame. For shaaaaame.
I was ok with being an outsider at this event because I know I stood out like Courtney Love at a tea party. I was walking around with a big camera around my neck, I had my big puffy jacket on all night because putting it down meant it being destroyed or stolen and whenever people got too close for comfort I just kind of hid in the corner. Plus I do not have blue in my hair or a bunch of piercings.
Just…you know…be careful where you stand.