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We were in some old abandoned church with a hole in the roof out in who-knows-where. Toward Rock Hall, maybe? It wasn't the church where Tallulah Bankhead and her sister are buried (still in fine shape, that one), but it was out that way, as I recall. The pictures were Denise's, but I think that one may have been taken by timer. (Or was somebody else there? Wendy Murphy? I don't think so. Kimberly? Nancy Gillio?) I also have a great one of you as a bible-thumper (looking kind of manaical); there's also one of the Denz as the ghost of a bride left at the altar (with the sun streaming down onto her through the roof hole). Somebody had heard about or been by the church, but I forget who. Can't remember who came up with everybody donning red for the trip, either, but it was pretty surreal. (And, no, we weren't stoned.) (That weekend might have been one of Barry's "not inhaling" experiences, though.) (They'd probably give not inhaling a name made from Bill Clinton's if there weren't other competing scandalous behaviors that could be called a Clinton.)

Sitting next to me is Billy Fassett (we were pretending to be newlyweds), the openly queer adopted son to a rich doctor from Easton. He later got arrested with Nancy and some other people for something weird like theft after they played around in an abandoned hotel down at Tolchester Beach, I think it was. No, wait---Betterton. They threw some old mattresses out the window, thus giving the cops the excuse for harsh charges.

Sometimes I miss weekends hangin' out with a buncha people who have to cast about for something goofy to do, and then go do it.