Monday, 29 January 2007 04:07 pm
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deckardcanineWhew. This weekend I attended three gatherings that I wasn't sure I wanted to attend.
First was the antiwar rally/march on Washington. (See, I retain conviction on some issues.) My family and I came somewhat late in the rally, but it went overtime about a half hour. We had slight difficulty hearing Jane Fonda and others, and seeing them was impossible. I was more interested in the posters, some with tired messages (how many times did they rhyme "lie" with "die"?), some very fringish ("No More Presidents"?), and some clever if blunt ("Bush seems Osama and gets an Iraqtion"). The march, naturally, got off to a slow start, slowing again when we were supposed to make a U-turn. Some people smoked, but a greater nuisance to me was the occasional use of an airhorn in place of applause. I foolishly had made a sandwich and forgotten to bring it, so I had lunch around 4 p.m. after cutting out early. I recycled the papers handed to me from Socialists and whatnot. Nevertheless, a sense of duty was not the only thing to make my attendance worthwhile: I spontaneously offered my bass harmony for "Siyahamba."
Second, and best, was a semiformal belated "holiday party" for my company at the Old Ebbitt Grill. I invited my sister, partly because we hadn't gotten around to a weekday lunch despite nearby offices. She met everyone with whom I correspond fairly regularly, and she later said that some of the men were "cute" -- didn't elaborate, but I have my suspicions. Aside from me becoming self-conscious of my table manners, thankfully without another's cue, the event wasn't nearly as awkward as I'd feared. We both enjoyed the food, the atmosphere (including a pianist), and the conversations with my coworkers and their spouses.
Last, and most spur-of-the-moment, was a reception for an outgoing priest following his last mass at our church. I came mainly for the food and a ride with another attendee. We happened to feel like leaving at the same moment. Given the setting, perhaps I should thank the Lord for that little arrangement.
During the march, I came up with an observation about Bush (exaggerated for comic effect): It's ironic that he seems to hold gays in contempt when he himself is such a fruit. He's a lemon. He's bananas. He's plum foolish, and he doesn't give a fig. It only makes sense to im-peach him.
First was the antiwar rally/march on Washington. (See, I retain conviction on some issues.) My family and I came somewhat late in the rally, but it went overtime about a half hour. We had slight difficulty hearing Jane Fonda and others, and seeing them was impossible. I was more interested in the posters, some with tired messages (how many times did they rhyme "lie" with "die"?), some very fringish ("No More Presidents"?), and some clever if blunt ("Bush seems Osama and gets an Iraqtion"). The march, naturally, got off to a slow start, slowing again when we were supposed to make a U-turn. Some people smoked, but a greater nuisance to me was the occasional use of an airhorn in place of applause. I foolishly had made a sandwich and forgotten to bring it, so I had lunch around 4 p.m. after cutting out early. I recycled the papers handed to me from Socialists and whatnot. Nevertheless, a sense of duty was not the only thing to make my attendance worthwhile: I spontaneously offered my bass harmony for "Siyahamba."
Second, and best, was a semiformal belated "holiday party" for my company at the Old Ebbitt Grill. I invited my sister, partly because we hadn't gotten around to a weekday lunch despite nearby offices. She met everyone with whom I correspond fairly regularly, and she later said that some of the men were "cute" -- didn't elaborate, but I have my suspicions. Aside from me becoming self-conscious of my table manners, thankfully without another's cue, the event wasn't nearly as awkward as I'd feared. We both enjoyed the food, the atmosphere (including a pianist), and the conversations with my coworkers and their spouses.
Last, and most spur-of-the-moment, was a reception for an outgoing priest following his last mass at our church. I came mainly for the food and a ride with another attendee. We happened to feel like leaving at the same moment. Given the setting, perhaps I should thank the Lord for that little arrangement.
During the march, I came up with an observation about Bush (exaggerated for comic effect): It's ironic that he seems to hold gays in contempt when he himself is such a fruit. He's a lemon. He's bananas. He's plum foolish, and he doesn't give a fig. It only makes sense to im-peach him.
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