I called up Aaron yesterday and he called me back with an invitation to a couch-burning party at his friend Nate’s place, just south of Des Moines. I met up with Aaron and Nick (we’d all gone to high school together), met their girlfriends, and we headed over.

Bocce BallDriving up, we saw the couch in a heap with an armchair and a treestump by the side of the house. Two chocolate Irish setters ran around freely. They were the friendliest of dogs, but I kept hearing about their fondness for bringing home dead cats and racoons, maybe even larger animals. I found a jawbone with human-looking teeth on the ground, just as the conversation veered into ominous jokes about burning Eastern Europeans instead of couches. Fortunately, a game of Bocce Ball distracted us.

Lucha Libre After the sunset, there were burgers. More people arrived and the couch burned. It burned briefly but gloriously as the night grew colder; we shivered around the smoldering coals and drank. Talk continued to twist around: Lucha Libre, anecdotes about strippers, work ethic and just rewards, Aaron’s move to Connecticut, Isma’s Caribbean med school, $trick9’s videos, embers from the fire raining on the house. Denis and Leo were asked to sweet-talk strange girls on the phone in Russian. Nick wrestled Nate for fun. On the way home, I found out that last year Snoop Dogg and The Game played in Des Moines on April 20 to a half-empty Val Air Ballroom.

Burning couch