Moon Bounce Out House!*

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*That’s a lyric from Tina Turner’s “Nutbush City Limits,” right?

Last night there was a party. It was for West’s birtday and the only reason I knew about it was because I was in the right place at the right time. I’m glad I was because I had a good time. There was a Moon Bounce.

It was cold outside so every one was inside eating food. Snatchie O. came over to me and was all, “Let’s go check out the moon bounce.”

I was all, “Okay. But we’re not getting in that thing, right?”

She was all, “Let’s just go look at it.”

So we go up to it and it’s like a big, colorful, bubble castle. And there are warning stickers all over it. And it was really dark outside. And we were the only ones out there. And she was all, “Let’s get in it.”

“No! No way! We are too old.”

“No, we’re not,” she says as she’s taking off her shoes.

“Shit,” I replied, as I took off my shoes.

Did I mention it was cold outside?
Well, the moon bounce was even colder. But it was neat cos there wasn’t a roof on it! and it was dark out and you could see stars. So we mostly laid down and looked at the stars and made moon bounce angels. Then Snatchie says to me she says, “Do you know what we’re doing, Jaimie?”

“No. What?”

In a totally serious voice she says, “Making memories.”

I died laughing. We both did. Then I called Barbwire (cos she was in the house) and told her to get out here to the moon bounce cos we were in it.

So she came out and got in and also made moon bounce angels and then we passed around a flask I just happened to have in my back pocket, wha? We drank and laughed like a bunch of kids. It felt sneaky and juvenile, and our bellies were warm from the Wild Turkey, but our bodies were freezing from the breezy night and the cold rubber castle.

Eventually LBJ made his way out and got in too, and then: we bounced. Moon bouncing is difficult and fun and kind of gross, because I kept thinking of all the feet and ass that’s been inside of it. After a bit all of the younger peeps got in and the bouncing was terrifying. Snatchie and I sat in a corner and let ourselves be bounced. There was lots of laughing and shrieking and, “No! Oh my God! EEEeeee! Oh!” things like that. Soon, I was too cold, and I managed to get out of the bubble castle unscathed.

When I woke up that morning I did not expect that I’d end the night in a moon bounce, but there you go.

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