guys with girlfriends start leaving before the end of the show in a drove of twos. one repeatedly does the “round up” gesture: pale index finger pointed upwards traces a flat circle, sending a chill down my spine. he pauses the gesture to hug a brown friend only to pull away and repeat the gesture again.
i am jostled rudely by a tall white man-boy holding a water bottle in the air walking backwards. a small parade of short brown guys and gals are pushing him as a pathbreaker across the crowd. that’s one strategy, i huff disapprovingly to myself.
in front of the girls bathroom. we wait in a slowly moving line patiently talking to each other. when my friend walks in she gestures to the line behind her. “there’s a bunch open over here!” she exclaims. the ladies exclaim and the whole line bustles in.
an asian woman with a kind round face pulls up in a prius. our uber driver. she’s not wearing a mask. as we pull away i notice her unsteady driving, and her difficulty interpreting the blue line of google maps on her phone screen. she drives with one set of wheels bumping over the reflectors of the left lane line. a buddha dangles from the rearview mirror. on the lit blue dashboard in large letters: MAINTENANCE REQUIRED.
hog maw 