Yeh sardiyon ki baat hai. Shaam ko jab reema aai to mujhe bed par litaa dekh kar mujhse puchi, “kyaa baat hai, aaj aap bahut dheele dikh rahe hoo”.... Mein usse btaaya ki mujhe bukhar hai or meraa badan bahut gram hai. Meri halat dekh kar reema ne khaa ki woh mere sar par thande paani ki patti kar degi.. Yeh sun kar meine haan kar di or woh mere bed par mere sar ke pass aa kar beth gai or mere sar par ptiyaan karne laggi. Uske yeh karne se mujhe kuch aaram milne lagga. Kuch der baad mujhe pyaas. Emptying the rest of your contents into the machine Ben follows suit and right before you go to close the lid you're stuck. Frozen. Completely immobilized.What the fuck!?You find that your eyes can still dart around and verify that Ben appears to be under this same spell as well as the few other people in the building that you can see in front of you. All but one person.A man, only now standing out like a sore thumb to you. He's extravagantly dressed in a purple suit with green accents and gold. ‘Where are y’all going to do tonight?’ he asked, in the fractured syntax common in that part of the country. ‘Well, we’re going for dinner at the Gumbo Shop, then I’m going to try to get into Preservation Hall,’ she said. ‘I’ve always wanted to do that, but the times before, John and I were so busy bar-hopping we never got the chance. What about you?’ ‘I’m going to go home and drop off my instruments and change clothes, then I’m going to Molly’s, on Toulouse Street, to watch the game,’ Mat. I arrived early and sat in the bar for a little Dutch courage. Over the course of our conversations and exchange of pictures online, he had soothed away most of my fears, so effectively in fact that I told him that it would be ok to bring a friend, if he liked. I figured, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. He brought eight friends, I'm guessing. I had to guess because we had agreed that I would wear a blindfold. Seeing as how all this had already taken place in lurid and graphic.