Random Memories

I got this idea partly from Cindy's last post. But instead of listing random things about myself, I'm going to list a random memory.
Feel free to add your random memory!

When I was drumming in the punk band, it was the hottest scene in town. No, really. That's all Upstate NY had. So, the way things were run were someone would get a hold of a big empty space and the word would get out and hundreds of kids would show up. A couple bands would go on and everyone would be dancing. There was never one cigarette, beer or drug (sXe was all the rage), but we knew how to party. So the kids would be dancing and sweaty and crashing into one another, and someone always brought a camera to record for a school project or documentary and we'd wait around 'til the opening acts got finished. Even if they were bad, we'd pretend we liked the set. Though sometimes it'd get so bad I'd go outside and chatter with the kids. I regetted having to even be there for the opening acts. I know that's rude, but if I'd had it my way I'd have pulled up just as we were about to go on and leave right after our last song. Sometimes that's how it worked out, but more than not I'd be decent and mingle with the people and support the other bands.
I was always the last to show up and the first to leave. I had a major aversion to fans and groupies and besides I wasn't listening to punk then anyways, I was listening to the Fleshtones and the dBs and the B52s and Athens new wave.
So, one day (this was after the kids literally broke the floor of the Masonic Temple by pogoing), we were at a community center and it was late and I was ready for the set to end. I had been drumming for what seemed like hours and I doubt I'd even had dinner. But of course, just when we ran out of songs, the kids wanted an encore; so, we kicked into our biggest song in those days (I can't even recall the title!) and the whole crowd would sing along, come up and grab the mic and sing verses. It would have been very cool if I had liked the songs.
So, on this night, the kids are screaming the words louder than ever and suddenly I see a pink flash moving around in the audience. Then, there's a lot of laughing. Suddenly, one of my friends leans over me while I'm drumming and shouts, "He's got his clothes off!" And I call back, "What!?" because I'm tired and my arms feel like they're about to fall off.
"He's naked! Watch out!"
Then I see it, the streaker. He's a young guy I'm supposed to know (but I'm never good with names or faces and besides, I was avoiding the world) and I see him flying around the floor faster than a bullet. Disgusted, I just close my eyes and hope he won't come near the set. Why would he? I'm backed right up against the wall and he'd have to practically jump over my head to make it around me.
Well, wouldn't you know it? I open my eyes and see him heading straight for me! I duck and he does it: leaps into the air behind me and just clears my shoulders, his nude body scraping me. I didn't even lose the beat (yeah, I'm good) but I'll tell you what, I still get the shudders remembering that. I'll bet he thought he was hot stuff but I didn't see or feel a thing and maybe that isn't to his credit. :)
OK, now add your random memory.
And stay tuned for more episodes such as:
1) When Bobcat Goldswath (sp?) came to one of our shows and I didn't even talk with him
2) When I loudly insulted the drummer of the city's most famous band to his face
3) When I showed up for practice and discovered that the bassist was my arch-nemesis
4) When Dan's grandma saw me and said sweetly, "Beautiful hair! Boy, or girl?"
5) When obsessed fans at the fairgrounds were unconvinced that I was indeed the drummer for their favorite band
6) When an amp exploded and a wall got busted at our first show, a friend's birthday party
7) When Eugene got high on cough syrup (wait, that was every day)