Comments on: Up all night… http://www.spikeharris.com/somethingevil/2004/08/up-all-night/ Spike's Fight with Ovarian Cancer Wed, 08 Oct 2008 02:38:29 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.1.2 By: JawnBC http://www.spikeharris.com/somethingevil/2004/08/up-all-night/#comment-88 JawnBC Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 +0000 http://www.spikeharris.com/somethingevil/2004/08/up-all-night/#comment-88 African jungle, big city streets (beep-beep beep-beep yeah!) The only real difference Is in the people you meet. Up all night (oooh za za) Oooohh staying up all night! Noel said she say you over at the Drive (Dyke march?). Such 2nd party reports are wildly reassuring. I'm glad to read it's going OK. Didja get the invite? African jungle, big city streets (beep-beep beep-beep yeah!)
The only real difference
Is in the people you meet.

Up all night (oooh za za)
Oooohh staying up all night!

Noel said she say you over at the Drive (Dyke march?). Such 2nd party reports are wildly reassuring. I’m glad to read it’s going OK.

Didja get the invite?

]]> By: Something Evil This Way Comes » Blog Archive » It takes a year… http://www.spikeharris.com/somethingevil/2004/08/up-all-night/#comment-635 Something Evil This Way Comes » Blog Archive » It takes a year… Sat, 13 Aug 2005 06:49:34 +0000 http://www.spikeharris.com/somethingevil/2004/08/up-all-night/#comment-635 [...] For whatever reason, I frequently find myself thinking back to where I was a year ago. I have these little flashback moments more and more frequently lately. Two weeks ago, it was the Pride parade here in my city. I found myself thinking a lot about how last year, I rode on a friend’s bike in the parade. The pic and blog post can be found here. This year for Pride, we did the unthinkable (for us) and sat on the sidelines and watched it go by. It’s funny, because last year I was a passenger in the Dykes on Bikes contingent. This year, I was there with the Dykes on Bikes at the beginning of the parade and I found myself uncharacteristically weepy. And, unfortunately, it wasn’t in a caught up in the overwhelming splendidness of the moment sort of way. It was because there in that moment of thundering engines and gushing pride, I felt like such an alien. See, sometimes I feel like an imposter now. I feel like I pass for a regular, unscarred person. “Cancer? What cancer?” sort of person. [...] […] For whatever reason, I frequently find myself thinking back to where I was a year ago. I have these little flashback moments more and more frequently lately. Two weeks ago, it was the Pride parade here in my city. I found myself thinking a lot about how last year, I rode on a friend’s bike in the parade. The pic and blog post can be found here. This year for Pride, we did the unthinkable (for us) and sat on the sidelines and watched it go by. It’s funny, because last year I was a passenger in the Dykes on Bikes contingent. This year, I was there with the Dykes on Bikes at the beginning of the parade and I found myself uncharacteristically weepy. And, unfortunately, it wasn’t in a caught up in the overwhelming splendidness of the moment sort of way. It was because there in that moment of thundering engines and gushing pride, I felt like such an alien. See, sometimes I feel like an imposter now. I feel like I pass for a regular, unscarred person. “Cancer? What cancer?” sort of person. […]

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