sat oct 27

The naughty boys and girls had a party tonight charging 20 dollars at the door for foster kids and booze. Decked out and sweaty from dancing to disco, mixers spilled and props waved, booties wiggled, men standing about. One women dressed as a street vendor sold real tamales for real money. I was stubbornly fighting against the tide of awkwardness. Trying not to drown. i think I left when it got fun. Walked past the pretty houses like small palaces and drove the10 minutes home. I looked at my shadow in the streetlight and smelled the night blooming jasmine even as my high heels sunk into the ground.