Redwoods and Slushy Cocktails (Birthday Pte. III)

[Oh, it was your usual trip to Guerneville in a PT Cruiser convertible with Allen, singing gay, gay, gay songs at the tops of our lungs*, the roof down all the way up and back, with crackers, cheese, and deli meat by the side of the pool to go with toxic green slushy drinks, and the Michael Jackson verdict on CNN on the TV in the bar, and the last bits of Women's Week floating around (those early 20s dykes with their new New Wave hairdos and big, glamorous sunglasses) and saying we're not interested in what's going on in the jacuzzi because, ewww, egg flower soup, but then going and looking anyway, and then buying Snickers and Dr. Pepper at the Mirabel Road/Forestville mini-mart because we suddenly craved sugar.]

[You know. One of those.]

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[Oh, and lookee...I'm famous again. I really did love orange as a child.]

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[*Erasure, "Once More With Feeling," Willie Wonka, and Wicked, if you must know. If that's the Pride committee at the door, tell 'em we've already had it.]