Den Mother log date: 6/14/09
One of the first warm sunny days of the summer. Tranquil wofts of mesquite marinated meat fill the air as I trip on empty beer cups and hear the echo of rock and roll reverberating from Lincoln Avenue to the CVS.
All I want is a rib but the internal rhythm of my heart leads me and seven others to the cool dance space soon to be occupied by the mastery that is DJ Superba’s mighty thigh-crunching mix. Nothing could stop us – not even our paralyzing mommy complex or Neil Diamond’s TOIGHT blue jeans.
Flag day will never be the same.
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