What can YOU say in six sentences?
my heart accelerated with the throttle as i pointed my wheels to the hole in the wall where Sanctuary comes to play. it was so good to see everyone finally, and what a gift--something badly needed--to be recognized, group-hugged, and have anyone glad i was there. they bring their children now (with ear plugs, we are responsible) and there are cupcakes on the tiny square tables all joined up to accommodate our camera bags and green bottles. (i wonder what the beer bottles talk about in their huddle at the edge of the table as they watch over our jean jackets and purses while we press our bodies against the metal barrier, thrash long hair and necks, and sing in loud unison our fear of the dark?)
i drove home so happy, but couldn't get over the change that came over a few of us grrls: we are mature metal mommas now, more interested in recycling the green bottle herds and making fun of the opening band whose songs all sound the same and how did they manage to make every line rhyme with fuck? their guitars were more interesting than the pretty young things that wielded them, and we were more likely to take them aside and preach smoking cessation instead of manhandling them backstage and not caring how we'd ever get home.