Scarf

Rockabilly rocked it. The people dressed up right. They danced fast to thirteen bands.

Also, a giant man who sang hilariously dirty things came up to me and said, "You ain't looking nothing but cute in that scarf." If the Big "C" Jamboree channels the fifties, he was channeling the juking party at the roadhouse where the bad kids hang.

The scarf was my grandmother's, all flowery silk and girly, given to me by my mom when I was home after graduation. I like to think my grandmother was smiling down on me, going, "yeah, that's right. Go, girl."

Probably she was not. Probably if she was looking down she was horrified. But that's okay too. It's cute when the ghosts get mad.