The strobe lights on the driveway and darkness of the backyard made it difficult to take notes. When I overheard someone talking about Stone Temple Pilots singer Scott Weiland having a seizure on a plane, I said, “I might have a seizure trying to write with this flashing light.” Paul’s dad then offered me a flashlight.
As the DJ turned things up a notch, a few people broke out the cardboard boxes to breakdance on. It was fun to watch. I was there for an hour before leaving.
I never heard an ’80s rock song, but then, it wouldn’t have fit the vibe and look of the crowd.