My favorite memory of euphorbia
actually, i have two favorite memories of euphorbia:
1. new york city motherfucker party, labor day, 2004: she went goth and i went anime. we danced-danced-danced with harryh, and we fell a little bit in love with the band, stellastarr*. it became clear that we HAD to meet them, so we marched backstage with our heads held high. when the bouncer tried to stop us, i said, “NO, DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!” and molly told him, “i’m with her!” and we walked straight back to talk to the singer and drummer and all sorts of other interesting types, including a sweet little trust fund boy and a few fancy drag queens and other random champagne-drinkers.
2. january 12, 2005: crew night out at slate and snitch. pool playing & cocktails & butt rock = molly dancing like a wildwoman with a turtleneck pulled over her head, with harry holding the top. i don’t know if i’ve ever laughed so hard.
