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Purgatory - Sunday, Feb. 10, 2019
2002-04-16 @ 3:54 p.m.
The Four Seasons Hotel. Dress up fancy with silver sparkling heels. Pose in front of a massive urn of white tropical blooms, boy's hands around your waist. Dance to the house band: swing music is trendy right now. Trade partners with the couple you came with. Go to the bathroom to help her safety-pin her strap to her dress.
The dancing continues, but you four venture up through the hallways of plush carpets and gaudy-framed oil paintings. Pretend for a moment that this is the life you live, the life you want to live. Open the door to the patio, walk past the waterfall fountain and gaze down onto the grids of tail lights.
The pool. Half indoors, half outdoors. Surrounded in banana trees. Slip off the silver heels, slip off the nylons. Dangling toes in the water with your friend while the boys contemplate diving right in. In an instant they are stripped down to boxers and are streams of bubbles underwater. Pile your little dress on top of your silver heels and join the boys. Down in the blue it's quiet. Frog kick breast stroke under the curtain, and you are all inside. You sit at the spa with the boy, your hair un-curled and sleek down your back.
Security spies you four vandals. Dive into the blue and vanish through the curtain. Back on the dance floor, your hair drips down your back. Such a night.