I don't drink much and I can't remember the last time I stayed out late on a weeknight but last night I got a call from a friend who had just broken up with his partner of three years. He wanted to go out to a queer music performance thing at a local bar. Of course I wanted to support him so I said yes.
The show consisted of six women in shiny gold raincoats hitting things. (drums, buckets, cowbells, bamboo, chains, cymbals, the wall, etc.) I spent the evening looking around a sea of nodding hipsters and smiling queers trying to spot the other people who were also thinking "...what the fuck?"
And this morning, as I walked from the bus stop to work the sound of my own heels on the sidewalk made my brain throb with the force of a thousand honey badgers. In that moment I began to wonder:
if the majority of the people in the world are of legal drinking age...
Why is the world not carpeted?
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