Benny's

Well. The Benny's reunion is shaping up to be a big deal. A lot of bands are playing. Old bands getting back together. Or they never broke up, I don't know or care, as I never really paid that much attention to them.
The people were the reason I went out to the punk bars: the way people slam danced and stood around looking angry and drinking and smoking and spewing angst.
And now I'm going to go up to Richmond and my old bar is going to be 'open' for one more night. It's truly amazing to me that Benny's amassed such a loyal following. I can't believe I'm willing to blow 300 bucks to fly up to Richmond just to be glared at by people I never knew or even liked.
Such a weird week it's been. Talking to my first girlfriend of all time via phone and internet, talking to my BFF way more than usual, and also an old 'friend' who was quite a vexing person back then, and now is sober and in AA many years. One's a teacher, one's a potter, one's in I.T.
Me: a student. Still a punk at heart. How will it be to roll up in that bar full of old punks, still dressed the same way after 24 years. Just the wrinkles in my skin and the turkey neck to betray me.
R and D and I will turn back into twenty one year olds for a night, scoping out the crowd and making up names for people, laughing and making very dark jokes and doing punk things. they say you can't go home again but the feeling I get about going to this Benny Fit tells me otherwise.
And to do it all sober for the first time. It's like I get a second chance to see my youth through sober eyes, how interesting. If only Graves were still alive... we intend to visit his grave, then maybe go to the Village Cafe for nachos.