This is now over twenty years ago. I have had exactly twice as many birthdays now.
The setting is Deep Ellum. I am living in the old Dave’s Art Pawn Shop. We have the entire shop, including the main floor, the mezzanine, and the loft upstairs.
I have a custom-made dress – black brocade, floor-length fish-tail hobble skirt and Victorian-style long-sleeve top with Mandarin collar.
I am having a huge “house” party with kegs, bands, and a BDSM demonstration, as it is also the “grand opening celebration” for my new business.
Things are in full swing, and I take a moment to pop out for a bit, walking a couple of blocks down the street to a bar (that’s probably not even there anymore, we know how Deep Ellum is). I order a rum and coke just because I can, take a sip, leave it on the bar with a generous tip, and go back to the party.
The rest is (gratefully) muddled and lost in the depths of memories. I only remember that that was the high point of the evening. Everyone got paid, I broke even, and then I got up the next morning to go to work.