  I sleep through the night and woke around six; the sunlight was streaming through my windows on my face. I was home relatively alone… my mom was at the school, my dad was at the office and Joey was recovering from his perma-hangover. The light was so beautiful, so lovely. I didn’t want to leave me room because I was afraid I would come back and it would have darkened and I wouldn’t get to take advantage of the unseasonable sun. I sat in my bed and looked through photo albums all morning. My mother studied photography for many years, and she is the most talented portrait-taker I have ever seen, bar none.
My favorites are those with my brothers and I, making funny faces or sitting around at the dinner table in our pajamas. Looking at each snapshot was like peaking back on that moment in time… remembering who I was at the particular second. It was so lovely. Robin called around noon, and I walked over to her house. There is still a liberal amount of snow on the ground, but it was 40 or so degrees (which is, for anyone who lives somewhere reasonably normal-tempered, quite warm) Robin and I had a very nice long talk about music and life and Spokane over a CD I burned for her (‘ Anna’s Haircut’ ) We were excited about the show tonight. We went downtown and saw ‘ The Triplets of Bellville’ .
Who knew such an artsy, non-Spokane film would play right at our very own AMC?! There were probably about three lines in the entire film, but it was a masterpiece. The unconventionally-sketchy and over-exaggerated animation was incredible. I loved it. I loved the story. I loved the music.
I loved it. We stayed downtown the rest of the afternoon. I spent most of the rest of my money at Boo Radley’s. I bought vegan soap (called ‘ Dirty Hippie’ soap) vegan candles, and a glass hand with all the fortune-telling lines on it. I also chatted up with the cashier, who loves my love of the store. From the amazing music selection to the vast vegan selection to the ‘ Anti-establish mints’ , the store is like my piece of heaven.
I went home and had a very nice dinner, consuming both Boca and “Chik in!” My dad picked up Robin, Lauren, and Amanda for the show and dropped us off at The Detour. The club was really crowded and small, sweaty a gross with all the people. The crowd was disappointing, because the majority of the kids were wearing stud belts and had dyed their hair black. I saw two of my brother’s friends, though, which was nice. Oh, yes, and The Rocket Sex God was there. Ah-hem.
The Rocket Sex God. That’s right. There were some very, very, very good-looking boys in my presence. I fell in love with every single one, too, and neither silly or immature for doing so. The first three bands were wretched. The kind of “I hate my parents!
–SCREEEEEEEEEEEAM”/ “My girlfriend broke up with me! SCREEEEEEEEEEEAM ” stuff which passes for music. This is when I decided that Amanda, who I had not met before, is the greatest person alive. She grabbed the ass of not one, not two, not three or four, but five random boys. It wasn’t people she knew or found particularly attractive, it was just something she felted compelled to do. After all, our gaggle (which eventually included Leigh, who met us there) were getting plenty of chest, leg, and ass-action the entire night.
It could have been all the pot around me, it could have been my sheer happiness, but I became some sort of high. Everything was very, very funny. Everyone was very, very beautiful. Around this time, Eloi hit the stage. The band we were here to see. I had talked to all the boys that night, thinking each one was increasingly cuter.
They played their first song, a nice, skillfully-played song but with poor vocals. At one point I turned to Robin; “ Did they just say ‘I breath for Jesus’?” Song ends. Eric takes mic. “I just want to share with you guys that we’re a band devoted to Christ. We want you to help lift His name up. C’mon, let’s praise Him.” The next song, this time distinctly about lambs, sanctuaries, and purity blared from the stage.
Without a second thought, Amanda lifted up cupped hands above her head and started swaying. And this is when I died of laughter. I laughed and laughed and laughed until I didn’t think there was any breath left in my body. The boy behind me was holding me up because I couldn’t stop laughing, he laughed along with me. I was heaving and crying and gasping for breath. We left early… I tried to collect myself.
My laughter faded into spontaneous tuffs of noise. We couldn’t find Leigh’s car. A bum hit on us. We found a road sing laying on the ground, displaced from its hole, and carried it with us for a block or so. Amanda peed her pants a little. We drove home with the radio on very, very, loud.
It was the best night. The perfect night. The perfect day . Affectionately… Anna 
