Viv

Wakes...

Somber events filled with all the people you loved, liked, many you only knew casually, acquaintances you gathered in your walk, run, or drive through life.  Memories floating in the air-reminders of the past, the events, the dialogue, the emotions you shared jointly with the people in attendance.

So, what is on the mind of the guy you had sex with that one night when you were 20?  Or that guy you had a short, one-month relationship with?  What exactly is the role of  your sexual partners at your wake? 

They do know you, the physical you, quite well.  What do they mourn for?  Are they thinking about your smile, your laugh, your generosity towards others, how about everything you accomplished in your lifetime?  Or...are they just thinking about the sex?  (Ruin the mood or elevate it) 

Or, how about those with vampire fetishes, who had sex in coffins, are they buried in those same coffins?  Must be a whole different experience for a "vampire" as their fanatasy and reality converge, it must be very arousing, hmmm.  (Sorry, that was a very wierd side-not.)  I realize this is a morbid subject but it popped into my mind the other day while I was at the beach.

A slight morbidity reins at the beach, (may I remind you that a Cape beach is in no way South Beach) it is not a place for singles.  Families drown you out and single men move in herds.  They play together, move to the water together, eat at the same time, and occasionally, after several beers, the pack must follow each other over the cliff of obnoxiousness.  Male groups manage to breed some form of weird insanity, only hilarious to those involved, unless one of them happens to trip and fall face first into the sand, a spectacle which grants enjoyment to the entire beach .

I will lament no longer.  I went to the Playhouse the other day and was not surprised by the attendance, the old and a spattering of young couples.  After that I went to Sundancers, which gave me hope for the middle aged, at least they have somewhere to go on Friday nights.  Maybe it was the bond of choosing a similar bar, maybe desperation, or most likely, booze, whatever it was, they were meeting mates left and right and I was ecstatic about it.  It should never be too late to find love or, well, take someone home with you for the night.