A Galivin Center Free Concert in July 09

We were at a free outdoor concert with your friends. The concert was well attended to the point there were too many people there for my comfort. We were both anxious you were drunk, and probably high, and so sexy mostly in black in July. God, I wanted you. Your friends were all in the same state you were in. They were all the type to let it all hang out, those are my kind of people, which I think you knew.

I got there a half an hour earlier then you did thanks to my amazing ability to find parking and navigate crowds on my own. I got to wait and watch people, which I was expert at. It was fascinating to my Anthropologist sensibilities. There were ALL TYPES there. Men and woman (and some who, like us, were both and neither). Hippies, grandparents, business men, children, all races, creeds, and probably a few extraterrestrials. No one was in their bubbles, they were all blended like when you take all your fingerpaints and mix them together.

You showed up, finally. I was nervous you weren't going to show. We'd only know each other a week or two, maybe three. You were my boyfriend by that point, it was so nice. We were on the same page, I wanted to write about Adam Smith at the time, and you didn't know who he was, I was okay with that, if everyone read the Wealth of Nations we'd all hate capitalists.

We tried to listen to the music there, but the mass of people with their soft bodies covering their hard skeletons absorbed all the sound and we barely heard anything that was just the roar of existance all around us. We ran through the crowd, two MEN holding hands in the middle of a city founded by a religious minority fearing prosecution (there's another story from the same night happening to different people at the same time when they kissed near a temple and got arrested for tresspassing according to this same former religious minority). We got dirty looks, we made out in public to piss those fuckers off. It was hot.

We went to your house for the first time, your bed was incredibly comfortable. You were so sexy, even if you were afraid of the size of your nipples.

I think before that we went to some greasy-spoon chain restuarant and I bought you dinner. It was fun. Later after we once again made that release of oxytocin and male hormones rage through our bodies we laid there and listened to your records. I think that was the first time I ever LISTENED to music.

I think your sheets needed to be washed, but I didn't care, I just wanted to be there with you.