I don’t really remember last night. I remember my eyes burning with sleep, as I changed shirts. I remember the people forming lines outside on the rough concrete. I remember some of the faces, old faces, young faces, familiar faces, happy faces. I remember the flash of a camera as sweat dripped off my chin. I remember my glasses flying away across the floor. I remember my hair, soaked in sweat, plastered to my head. I remember the band.
Oh I remember the band alright, and the drums, and the violin, and the piercing bombast making the blood race in my ears.
First contra dance of the season, and I must say, it was a roaring success.