Alabama Thunderpussy

That's Eric's new nickname. Bwah.

It's actually a drink. With SoCo, peach schapps, amaretto, apple pucker, cranberry juice, and a dash of triple sec. One shot SoCo, half shot each of the three other liquors. (As far as I remember. Haven't actually drank it.)

Tonight I attained a state of being present in the material world (more so than usual, as I tend to get lost in the mental world), but somewhat disconnected with the self. If that's even an accurate description. I danced and sang along with the music that was playing, and I didn't give a flying crap what anyone else thought about it. Just doing my thing. It felt like freedom.

I was up in the booth today, reading for my Drugs & Lit class in the half hour of opened house before the show started, and I looked up from it to see that my professor for that class was there.

Came across a paragraph in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test today that I wished I'd read before my first Renn Fayre. It would have prepared me.