Purple Microdot
My dad was in the Navy so I grew up on or near military bases … most of my time was spent in Oak Harbor near NAS Whidbey Island Washington. Although we were warned against hanging out with “squids” as we referred to them, sailors were just too plentiful to avoid. Especially after high school when our male peers all went off to college or to join the military themselves. Also, they had money to burn, they threw great parties, showed us a lot of attention, and were so fucking adorable in their cracker jacks and dungarees.
One Saturday, or a Friday, or who the hell knows what day it was, didn’t matter … we partied every night, we went to our usual hangout house and found the festivities included purple microdot LSD. Appropriate, I thought as I happened to be wearing purple painter pants and a purple and white tube top. Danielle and I weren’t new to acid, we had already tried blue dolphin blotter, and although I had experienced a bad trip that time, I was adventurous enough to give it another go. “Cheers” Danielle and I said in unison as we tapped the little purple pills together before tossing them down the hatch.
The house was packed with men ... so many men! In fact, I don’t remember any other women being there other than Danielle. But it didn’t feel unsafe to be the only females, we knew almost everyone there and since we were still pretty young at just 18, they treated us more like sisters. Well, little sisters who you drop acid with I guess!
Pink Floyd tunes were blasting on the giant speakers in the living room, perfect music for tripping, and I was having a blast as I made the rounds chatting it up with everyone. I worked my way through the wall-to-wall men and ended up back in the corner of a bedroom where I noticed an open window. I also noticed my red solo cup was almost empty, and the beer keg was all the way back through the crowd in the kitchen. The window was an old-style single hung with a sill low to the ground, so it made more sense for me to just climb out of it and go around to the front door.
I accomplished my task easily enough, I made it out the window, through the front door into the kitchen, and poured a beer. I left the kitchen to hang out in the living room but after realizing Danielle was still in the bedroom, I decided to head back there. “Excuse me, excuse me,” I said loudly as I bumped through the maze of men. Just then I heard someone yell, “Hey look, she’s a purple microdot!” Game. On.
For the next hour I made a circuit through the living room, into the bedroom, out the window, and back through the front door. All the while the partying sailors calling out to me, “Hey purple microdot, where are you going?” They laughed and I laughed. We all laughed and laughed. Because we were high as fuck tripping on acid and that’s about all you can do when your brain is fried.
I sure hope I don’t end up with dementia someday for wasting so many brain cells.
