I haven't written about going to the 9:30 to see Washington Social Club, The Butchies, and seeing the Lunachicks for the first time, buying their CDs on the spot, finding myself suddenly wanting to get a wig, a vinyl dress, and some goth whore makeup. Anyone want to practice goth whore makeup on me? (The turning point where I had to buy their album... hearing "luxury problem".) My same usual thoughts about concerts apply: how can so many people not dance? And why don't I learn to play the guitar? Also, I didn't mention how the Butchies blow me away every time I see them. After the concert we had ethiopian food nearby. I was shocked to find myself willing, nay, happy to eat almost everything on the vegetarian platter. A group hug before descending back under the city to go home and rest up.
I haven't written about finally hearing Alix Olson in person, or on the jumbotron at least. Or about seeing the med students with their signs declaring, "future abortion providers". Or seeing the grannies and grandpas out there marching up and down, making me cry each and every time. I hope I'm such an activist and so creative as I get older. [edit: Oh and going to Rio Grande after the march for a most pleasant dinner... Glad I got to show off that favorite of places to visitors...] I haven't posted my pictures - they're up but huge and not linked. All in due time.
And that brings me to last night, when we had the 31st book club meeting, where we all had a hard time once again debating the subject of the book. ("The mass media screws up campaigns and campaign reporting." "Yep.") Next stop for us: Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five. I should be done in a few days, it's a very fast read. Work's been busy and I've been productive. Softball games are in 9 days. Jack recieved some good news. My parents are coming to visit weekend after this one. I decided to put in the second nuva ring. I am grateful for what I have.