Supposedly, this evening rocked the kidneys. Yes, a pair of organs were kicking, but it was a pair of organs organized a wee bit lower. It was sobriety meets messy and the bass underneath the beds kept the girl-organs a-bumpin'.

I had gone anticipating a boy. I had let him go to feel the bass. I settled into the glow of my surroundings -- the too drunk and too attached boys dancing on the beds.

This is a part of our city that most do not see. I like it. It is open, without being childish, crass without being bullish.