Vermonter

So I'm standing there, in a crowd of dancing Vermonters, contemplating how out-of-place I feel. There's a guy next to me in a faded red Ben and Jerry's tank top, he's pretty drunk, and he smells like his mom never taught him to bathe, but he's swaying to the music with the rest of us. Then there are two girls holding hands, the one with the shaven head kissing the back of the other girl's neck. A biker eating an ice-cream is staring at a girl in a yellow dress who's making up her own dance moves to Matt Costa's Sunshine. And me, with my pink polo and jeans, the only one here wearing shoes...I think I'm a little too clean-cut for this crowd. But I like it. In some way, with my wierd, patchwork-quilt life, I fit in. It's all good.