Well, perhaps that's a bit dramatic, but I will not be attending the equality march this weekend. It's the first gay march on Washington in over 20 years that I will miss.
I'd like to be there, but I fear the letdown.
Last time I went it was very different from the first. That time it was about something, there was a purpose. The 1993 march was about a party. I was unimpressed. Of course I went with the biggest wet blanket in the history of the universe. That, combined with the fact that the very next day I boarded a plane to San Francisco to spend a week preparing to bury a good friend likely clouded my vision of that particular march.
So, good marching to those attending. I hope you achieve the goal. I hope you gain a sense of purpose. I hope the party doesn't wear you out too much. Not sarcastic there, cause partying like that can do one in for days.
Short on time this morning, gotta go spend a brief while at the grocery, then the social whirl begins for the weekend.
I also have three days off this weekend. Woohoo!!! Monday I'm taking on the bureaucracy that's causing hold ups with the name change, and then I'm sitting down at the wheel to fill orders. I love having orders for pots.
And so it goes:
Love
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We wanted to go but can't now, so at least you're not alone. I hope the march turns out to have a huge impact, though.
I have a post brewing to reply to your last post - I kept trying to frame something in your comments, but it just ran on too long. Great stuff!
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