It always amazes me how I equate music to my past. I'm listening to a dance mix of Pat Benetar's We Belong. And it brings back memories.

Memories of going out to the Roxy one Gay Pride weekend with my best friend Kelsie. As is not-so-usual, we went early to beat the crowd. We got there at the very last possible minute to not stand in the regular line. They let a bunch of special ticket holders in through the side door. We and this wonderfully nice older gentleman were the last three in. I say "wonderfully nice" because they had said that he was the last one getting in. He told the bouncer that we were with him. I think I may have even kissed him when we got in.

Anyway, we got on the floor and just started dancing. As is-usual, we tended to attract a crowd. I think it was because we were so free and having so much fun. Then, suddenly, that night, the opening beats of not-really recognizable song came on. Then a chorus hit. And it was heavenly from there. It was Junior Vasquez's remix of We Belong. For the next 12 minutes, we danced and sang our hearts out with several good-looking men. It was divine. It was defining.

I miss those times. Both Kelsie and I have settled into adulthood. I've tried to make the same types of friendship. But it's not possible. I miss her a lot at times. Like tonight. While I type this post. Later.  ¶ 9:59 PM