They Say It's My BirthdayTommi Avicolli Meccabyline‚ Jul. 25‚ 2006Today, Tuesday July 25, I hit the big 55. I’m not celebrating. Too many candles to put on a vegan carrot cake or a tofu creme supreme. I gave up on parties a long time ago. It’s just another excuse for people to get drunk and rude. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting drunk. Well, maybe for your liver there is. I’ve had some amazing parties. For my 21st in 1972, a bunch of my activist friends from the Gay Activists Alliance and the Radical Queens (Philly’s first transgender group) threw an incredible bash at Rick’s place. Rick was a “party animal” before that phrase was coined. He never passed up a chance to get as drunk or stoned as a human could possibly be. His apartment was on the top floor of a fourth floor walk-up in the heart of the city. It was the end of July, so of course Philly was in the upper 90s with humidity in the 90 percentile. In those days you swam from place to place. I never minded. I preferred the heat to the bitter cold of Philly winters. |