Oh, Antoine, remember...

Is that us?


Is that really us? Tanya, Brian, and me... could it really be that we were 8 years younger, that it was 8 years ago...


Sigh.


We dressed up as a team of generic (albeit superfly) superheroes, and Antoine was our evil villain (not to mention photographer), in a silver jumpsuit and afro-wig. Halloween '98! We got all gussied up at Brian's house. Hairdye and spray paint and black eyeliner and gogo boots. Then we went to the grocery store to take pictures, becasue OBVIOUSLY that's the place to take Halloween pictures, when you are dressed as a superfly supergalactic hero!


I hadn't thought of it in years, but then Antoine sent me this pic the other day, posted it on myspace. And suddenly I was 24 again.


I was striding through the frozen foods in silver boots, the paint rubbing off as I walked. I was standing in a farmhouse with a Makers in my hand. I was dancing in a smoky room. I was wandering through the corn, drunk, as a small group of people stood on a piece of wood in the field beyond, pretending to be shipwrecked in the stubble of corn stalks. Floating in the sea.


I was sleeping late and dreaming in poems, but never writing them down. I was snowbound. I was broke. I was living alone. I was in love with a very young boy. I was listening to Linda Ronstadt. I was waiting tables, showing my ass, cutting my bangs, living...


on a long wild ride... that wasn't quite long enough, it seems now.


Halloween '98. Where are you?


Halloween '98. Where were you?