Best way to kill off the better part of a Saturday: Thrift stores in Sacramento with Jamie, accompanied by copious amounts of Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne on the radio.Most entertaining disco song from my past heard in a queer bar I shouldn’t have been in: “High Energy” by Evelyn Thomas.
Most disturbing realization of the evening: I know the title and artist associated with the aforementioned song.
Second most disturbing revelation of the evening: I purchased the 12-inch in 1984.
Third most disturbing revelation of the evening: I still speak French passably well after a couple of beers.
Biggest disappointment of the night: Putting a boy I rather like into a cab at 8:00 because he started drinking way too early.