Hugest DJ Yet

Something I return to a lot in this blog is feelings rather than actual events being memories. For instance, I can remember the feeling of walking into a junior high dance that was being held at the gym. I do not know which year it was. I don’t know who I was with. I don’t know what poor little girl was subject to my horrible prattling on. I wasn’t necessarily a real perv back then. And I’m not one now. But I was all into chatting up the ladies 24/7. And I don’t know what happened that night. I don’t know where it went, what successes and failures I had, but I remember the feeling of that place. I can’t remember what it looked like in the daylight. I couldn’t identify it out of a lineup of one. But I remember the feeling, and it’s pure magic. I can close my eyes and go back there right now. And it was a mix of anticipation, of teenage lightning, internally, and the music. And the volume level. And the selection. I have a middle school dance this Friday that I’m doing. Seventh grade, I…