My best gal Loco Ono (or Laura, as her parents originally christened her) is back in town. We had not seen each other for an entire year until last night where we embraced in a hallway with a coat tree and one hundred pairs of vintage shoes strewn about. Hotrocks Party Emporium hosted yet another knee-slapping and hysterical laughing filled party with byob existing on the honor system in a communal fridge in a ramshakle gallery in Chinatown. With nary a single insecure American Apparel hipster insight, we had plenty of room to dance wildly to Iron Maiden and a whole 'lotta cowbell in a sea of pregnant teen mothers and banger brothers and slutty plaid-clad and booty shorted tarts with the bruises and the bad makeup. The theme was "Rednex: A home town gathering" and I felt, well, at home. I got home at four thirty in the morning wearing only remnants of my shoes (thanks to an incredibly heated street soccer game on Pacific Avenue) but sporting an unapologetic dopey smile. Welcome back Loco, you are the boss. And so is your Francophone lover, Remi. Dream team.
Here are some photographs of said dance night, taken by the faux pregnant and very lovely Lisa A. King.
I know this post makes little to no sense but I am beyond tired. My feet are still cold from the Gimli Film Festival (pictures to come). Best regards, your hometown hero Madge the Queen of the Machine Shop.
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