Lining up for dinner

Lining up for dinner. Somehow Natasha and I kept ending up at the meal line that formed inside the dining hall area. Outside, another line formed that was chattier and flashier. The girls and guys outside seemed to be Hoop Camp veterans. They chatted loudly with each other, laughing over memories and flaunting their hoop-cessories: leather pocket belts, butt cheeks flashing out of booty shorts and of course feathers, feather in the hair, dangling from ears, sweeping from the rim of beat up suede boots. That first night was cold and we weren’t showing skin so we were quite happy to stay inside in our modest line.