Dancing and singing on that one weekend a month dressing the best that my drunken couchstar life could afford, mostly clothes from other band people and pants from the juniors section of the goodwill.
and they came and they warmed themselves at the mix with party liquors and by groping eachother with stiff cold fingers from the hell freezing 40 degree San Antonio winter.
And then afterwards we would go and hang out at Vincents house and since his neighbors were illegal they never called the cops on our loud music and fighting until all hours of the morning
