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hs99150.jpgbuy prints of select halfsquatch photographs at etsy or dawanda. (prints of all photographs are available upon request) day 99

There was no question where the party was. Two rotating klieg lights cut circles through the overcast sky, marking the location of the Sasquatch Circus tent. It was just past eight. Tucky was working the press line on the red carpet. He wore a classic black tuxedo and grumbled every time a partygoer walked by wearing anything less than formal. “The invitation said black tie,” he complained to Andrea, who was outfitted in a boxy royal blue silk dress with shoulder pads. A pair of women in plaid shirts and hiking boots sauntered past.

“People,” Andrea said in disgust. “People these days have no class.”

Raylene and Nicole skipped up the red carpet with their arms linked. A breeze caught the hems of their flimsy mini-dresses, sending the photographers into a frenzy. Neither girl was wearing underwear.


Paula and Devin arrived, he in a tux and she in a slinky red strapless dress, her hair swept back and knotted in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Devin flashed his devastating smile and divulged that he and Paula were leaving for Toronto in the morning, where Paula had landed a job hosting a teen talk show. They called each other baby and kissed for the cameras.

Dave Thompson walked quickly, not stopping once or taking his eyes off his pointy black shoes. He refused the classic tuxedo Tucky wanted him to wear. This had been a source of contention for days. Eventually, they reached a compromise. He’d wear the pants, but with a long sweeping black jacket and a black shirt with a Nehru collar — no bow tie.

He smashed into Jeremy on his way into the tent. Dave mumbled an apology and disappeared. Jeremy regained his balance and straightened his bow tie. He caught sight of Bob and Lisa walking toward him. He waved them over. “It’s quite the scene, huh?”

“What was that?” Bob scratched at his neck and loosened his tie. It was hard to hear over the shouts of “Bob! Bob! How do you feel about reuniting with Helene tonight?”

Lisa cocked her head in the direction of the tent. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

“There’s my mom!” Julie pointed and elbowed Stew as they stepped on the red carpet. “Her dress is awesome. She’d had it for, like, twenty years or something and it’s still totally rad.”

“Yeah, it’s rad,” Stew said even though it was impossible to make out what Lisa was wearing from so far away. He clutched Julie’s ass through the fabric of her frothy pink gown and nuzzled her with his scruffy beard.
“Stew! Over here!”

Stew pulled his baseball cap low to his brow and shoved his hands in his front jeans pockets. He took his time walking over to the reporter.

“Stew! What are your plans after tonight? Anything in the works?”'

“You know, I’m just checkin’ shit out, fuckin’ shit up.”

“There she is! Rebecca! Rebecca!”

The reporters abandoned Stew and descended upon Rebecca, who was getting out of a taxi with Stacey. Aaron held the taxi door open. He’d been waiting for them. He gave Rebecca a peck on the cheek. “You look fantastic,” he said. “You ready to do this?”

“I guess.” Rebecca took a deep breath and smiled.

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