I bought myself a new copy of Madonna's album True Blue. I think the cassette I used to have is long, long gone. And I do not think I had listened to it end to end since I was maybe 14. It provoked a whole host of memories, not just about being a pre-teen but also about pop culture and its impact on me. I listened the fur off "Where's the party" long before I'd ever been a party in that sense. How did I relate to the lyric "I've sailed a thousand ships"? I never got very into any other Madonna album before or after. My most vivid memory of the actual time: sitting in the hallway at Odyssey of the Mind (this was after they told them to stop using "Olympics") after we failed our horrible mousetrap challenge listening to La Isla Bonita over and over and over on my walkman.
Friday night, young R's first birthday party. Lovely weather, happy baby, cake smashy, and I got to play with baby toys which is for whatever reason very compelling for me.
Saturday I had my drum lesson, standard stuff, progress made. Afterwards I hastened to the Vienna metro to ditch my car and head to the smithsonian for lunch with keryx. Alas, she got stuck in horrific traffic and could not make it. But she had reccommended the cafe at the Native American museum, so I perused the exhibits and then tried it. See!
Outside & In...
...And my tasty lunch. That at the bottom was wild rice salad with watercress and I never would have thought that would be for me but even now I'm craving it. Anyways I had time on my hands (this never happens!) so I decided I would walk over to American History and see it before they close it up for a good long while (like 2 years!). I saw Julia Child's kitchen, which was pretty awesome. I also saw some kind of freaky yo-yo demonstration...
And then I went in to see the Whatever happened to Polio? exhibit which tweaked my interest on a social science level but wow, it was really thorough and effective and I was really glad I went. I don't think I really understood the impact. They had a comment box and they had posted copies of comments from people and that might have been the hardest part of the whole exhibit. Finally, I went over to my absolute favorite thing in the Smithsonian (at least lately) which is the first ladies' exhibit and looked again at the First Ladies and Social Service wall.
I just reread all the stuff about Lady Bird Johnson, and Betty Ford, and Lucy Hayes, and Eleanor Roosevelt of course.
I then hied myself home to get ready to go see the DC-SOAR show. And Lou called, and he could go! So I didn't have to go alone. Come to find out Lou's lived like a mile or so away from us all this time. Heh. Anyways, the opener was Cassandra Syndrome who I suspect all you goths and ex-goths would enjoy. The drummer had this crazy drum pad that at first was fascinating, and later a little distracting. They totally reminded me of about ten thousand people I've larped with. Anyways, interesting conceptually, well-executed, just not my cup of tea. I very much wished their singer would spend more time in her lower range because when she did, it was startlingly impressive. The headliner was Ephemeral Sun and I really, really, really got into their set. I'm sold - I can't wait to see the next show. Poor Lou was worried about his ears getting blasted so went to the back of the space but I really enjoyed watching their drummer, who from my vantage point was very technically precise and artful at the same time. I very much enjoyed watching John Battema perform as well, as he was clearly so very into it. Yeah, put me on the mailing list, guys.
Lou and I stayed up chatting until ridiculously late. I got like 4 hours of sleep last night because the sun called me awake this morning way before it was necessary. Jack was in Pittsburgh so I cranked up some America and sang at the top of my lungs for a while before debela came over and commenced the 6 hour holy-crap reorganization project. I will get some before and after pictures of this up as soon as I can because WHOAH. I will be free advertising for her Professional Organizer! services very soon.
And then I called Dad and said Happy Father's Day! And now I sleep the sleep of the just.