It’s thongs hanging out
Topped with spiky femullet hair
White leather belts
Artfully ripped zip-up sweatshirts
Hair in the eyes
Roughed up vespa’s
Helmets with points up top
No makeup
Just black eyeliner
And chuck taylors
Poking out from underneath booths and stalls
Filled with girls and boys
And everything in between
The dim lights
The neon jesus
Our photo booth doesn’t work anymore
But when it did....
The pictures of kids plastered on the walls of the bathroom
Spoke about how much fun
It can be
To have enough style to take you to the moon
And back
In the Sputnik.

more later about our night...which may or may not have involved roller girls, cream corn, the double decker paddy wagon, and really good single slices of pizza as big as my head.