Once on that Island

Fifteen years ago tonight, my old roommate Parker and I threw the first (and last) annual SADIST Soiree. That stood for Spring's Almost Done, It's Summer Tomorrow. We were oh-so-clever back then.

All the cool kids in Chicago were there, and some special guests from out of town as well.

By midnight, we were well on our way to being lit, and a charming Canadian man came up the stairs. He called himself Larry. He quietly sat in a corner, in what I remember as bemused terror, while we serenaded each other with the songs of Ti Moune, Daniel, Erzule and Asaka.

Yup, we met 15 years ago today.

Time flies.