Monday, October 27, 2003
Necro vs. Not
C&I had a lovely weekend in Jacksonville! We both took part in his sister’s wedding, and had a great time socializing with his urber-cool family. Granted, I was missing Necronomicon in order to fulfill my perhaps-some-day-to-be-family obligations, but I found myself finding many similarities between my weekend and what I would be doing had I been in Tampa with my chosen family:
Friday night Marcy wanted to try on her poofy red dress that she would be wearing for the ceremony. She and Susan and I spent most of the late evening doing some last minute sewing, trying on clothes, and plying each other’s bodies into undergarments designed to reshape our bodies into forms that require very little lung capacity. I was so reminded of having the pleasure of lacing Lorena into her corset in preparation of a night on the prowl at Necro. I wonder who got to do that for her this year?
I also specifically thought of Necro on Sunday morning. Eyes blurry and head pounding, I went to pee in the wee hours of the morning. On the bathroom floor I found the entire outfit that I had worn on the day before, where I had drunkenly left it after changing into my jammies. It fondly reminded me of something that Eric had said one year at Necro when I wasn’t able to attend: ‘It’s just not Necro without seeing Sharon’s leather strung all about on the bathroom floor!’ Flattering, no?
I did think of Necronomicon often over the past weekend. I miss CarolAndEric something awful, and Laura left me sweet messages on my cell phone of costume ideas and Lobster Boy autographs. Even more than those obvious reminders, the whole sensation of the wedding weekend reeked of Necro. Everyone was happy and having a great time. Laughing and eating and drinking. Meeting new people and rekindling friendships with folks who hadn’t been in touch for a while. And isn’t that what a good weekend is all about?
Friday night Marcy wanted to try on her poofy red dress that she would be wearing for the ceremony. She and Susan and I spent most of the late evening doing some last minute sewing, trying on clothes, and plying each other’s bodies into undergarments designed to reshape our bodies into forms that require very little lung capacity. I was so reminded of having the pleasure of lacing Lorena into her corset in preparation of a night on the prowl at Necro. I wonder who got to do that for her this year?
I also specifically thought of Necro on Sunday morning. Eyes blurry and head pounding, I went to pee in the wee hours of the morning. On the bathroom floor I found the entire outfit that I had worn on the day before, where I had drunkenly left it after changing into my jammies. It fondly reminded me of something that Eric had said one year at Necro when I wasn’t able to attend: ‘It’s just not Necro without seeing Sharon’s leather strung all about on the bathroom floor!’ Flattering, no?
I did think of Necronomicon often over the past weekend. I miss CarolAndEric something awful, and Laura left me sweet messages on my cell phone of costume ideas and Lobster Boy autographs. Even more than those obvious reminders, the whole sensation of the wedding weekend reeked of Necro. Everyone was happy and having a great time. Laughing and eating and drinking. Meeting new people and rekindling friendships with folks who hadn’t been in touch for a while. And isn’t that what a good weekend is all about?
idyllicchick, 11:42 AM
