The 1998 "Birmingham Tori Shin-Dig" written by Jupiter ala Tori style Date: July 11th Time: 5:00 p.m. Place: The other side of the galaxy (translation - TGI Friday's, non-smoking section) Location: Left of the bright star (translation - corner of I-459 and I-280) more than 17 faeries came. Friday. Night time. It was late. I dished out every kid that wanted to come to the party. I even picked up a few of Tori's kids wrapped in their papoose. Some of the kids were already at Jess', so I did not have to worry about them. Many faeries were coming, but some could not come. I had a little cosmic girl in a torture chamber, but she said she could not come cause she was flying over to a planet for a visit. A lot of other faeries had kittens tangled in their hair so they couldn't come either. *hmph* I think those kittens need to be declawed. Saturday. Morning. It was early. I was scorched from burning last night, so I did not visit Dream. I came in with weary eyes. Without regard for my own self, I baked the cheesecake I promised and took a shower. I gave Dream a chance to visit me for a while, but my trip was short to say the least. Saturday. Noon. I waited for the Beretta. He came and we ran from one side of the universe to the next and ended up at the Shin-Dig. From all the traveling, the car was burning red as the sun. He always gets like that when we travel. Turning left at one star and right at another, we found visions of nine inch nails in space with comic books on the side. I needed these and picked them up on the way along with bubbles of cheer and snacks of delight. As we were turning around the sun, we visited this splendid chap that was lost in space with his little blue box. We chatted for a while, but he said he was just fine. I looked at my watch and saw we were late. Oh, dear. With moments in our grasp, we left our blue friend and went back to my hovel. I got on the grapevine and told the restaurant at the end of the universe that we needed a table reserved. After my call, I got a buzz from John. John had pizza and I said he was welcome to bring that to the Shin-Dig. During all my haste, Jerry piled all the essentials into our chariot and we were off. Saturday. Jess'. Flying through the galaxy, we took a left, right, and a left at the appropriate stars with the aid of a grape on the vine and ended up at Jess'. The dwelling was perfect. It was a big lily pond with a box on one end and a piano at the other. There were a few rocks nearby for the drinks and snacks. There was even a tiger ba.ll.oo.n. Apparently, I came in the middle of a ritual. Jess' and Stacey were busy putting on war paint and flaring their hair. I recognized the ceremony and did not speak of it nor interrupt. I dared not with her guardian nearby for I fear the wrath he would bring if I spoke of ill thoughts. Time was running away and I rushed the few seconds I had. Saying toddles to the two enchantress, I told them we would meet them at the end of the universe. Saturday. Evening dinner. When we arrived, we requested audience and were seated as promised. I waited and so did Jerry. No one was here. We knew that we had three coming and that made five. I reserved space for sixteen and I was afraid, after I went through my numbers, that I boasted. I became concerned. After a while, the numbers came and we had eleven cheerful ears with feet. I was very happy. At least my numbers were not totally exaggerated. Everyone greeted each other. Many were gay and cheerful. There were count less names to remember and I knew and feared that I would not be able to pull the names from my head later. After listening to a few feet, we danced over to the real party. Saturday. Jess'. Jess' place set the mood for all the faeries to relax, sit by the pond, and drink merrily. There were margaritas, chips, dip, wine, and pizza for ones who did not come earlier to fill their appetite. As the evening continued, music, idle chatter, laughter, and smoke filled the room. I breathed and found myself staggering most of the evening, since I am not one accustomed to the air of this environment. As the sounds of the evening grew, a lady of delight entranced many at the party. Her words filled the room with visions and tales to tell. She told each soul of the wisdom she gathered from the stars to the left of the sky to the other end of the galaxy. Oh, this was a sly faerie. I would not be surprised if she was in a mask and was truly a ruthless pixie. She reminds me of a raspberry swirl I heard about nights ago, but I have spoken enough of her and I will speak no more. The evening melted away. Visions of delight danced upon the box with wailing screams of a banshee that all knew too well. She was the reason we came. She was the one that intoxicated our lives and dreams. She loved each and every faerie here. The night kept dancing away. Stragglers came and visited many whom they never met before. On the grapevine, Paul said he was going to visit Dream for a while and then stop by, but he never came. I guess Dream had a better hold on him than me. Still more sounds came in the night. It was not until late when different screams and sounds came from another area of the dwelling we stayed. I became part of a group of faeries at the piano, singing and drinking merrily as time danced away. Her fingers were nimble as can be as she made each ivory drop in our ears. Oh, this faerie was quite an entertainer and played delightfully. Oh, yes, this is our host. Silly me. I suppose I am forgetful at my age. Sunday. Still dancing. More visions on the box and more laughter. The numbers increased and dropped through the evening. No telling when the evening was going to end, but it did. Sunday. Early morning. Wearily, my friend and I left the abode. Gave our hugs and waves to our enchanting faerie who herself is just as enchanting as her humble dwelling. I forgot to give a rose kiss, but alas I am getting old. I also regretted not having pictures or painted images of sorts to remember the faeries at the Shin-Dig at the end of the universe, but I shall not try to forget each one that was there. Screaming away from Jess', we took a right, left, and right at the familiar stars. I jumped out of the Beretta. Entered my hovel. Peeled the smoke from my skin. And slept to my heart's desire. Updated July 19, 1998 Images associated with story to be provided soon.