8.01.2002

it was strange being among so many iranians at the first persian summer festival... i felt out of place and yet i felt at home... i don't like our generation... i sort of like the generation after us better--the teenagers that grew up here... they were having so much fun... and it just fit them...

every time we left our seats we had to come back and fight for them even though all the seats were assigned... we even had to show our tickets again and again to people who were taking our seats to prove that those were our seats! sometimes i get culture-shocked by my own culture!

some people didn't care... they were dancing and bouncing and shaking their behinds and the flab on their arms like there was no tomorrow... some people were serious and didn't even once get out of their seats... one couple didn't move until shahrAm shabpareh took the stage... then the guy got up and started singing: vAy vAy... vAy vAy vAy vAy... areh vAy vAy... vAy vAy vAy vAy... but he was saying "why" instead of vAy... i guess he wasn't persian afterall... i guess that explained his long hair that he played with a lot and the leather pants... we were observers more than anything, shocked at people's behaviors and their confidence in some cases...

through out the whole concert we had a medium-sized relatively hanging ass shaking right in front of us... it belonged to a young girl... she didn't care that her ass was in our face... she kept shaking it and shaking it... i'd never seen an ass shake so much... side to side... up and down... it was very interesting... we were mesmerized by it for quite some time...

we saw so many sizes and shapes and colors... after the concert we were quite content with our bodies, our minds and our level of enthusiasm for things surrounding us...

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