'93 inauguration

I hopped up on a flatbed truck at the very, very beginning of the parade route. Got to see all the groups getting their stuff together and watch them bursting with energy. It was freezing, but it was great.

One poor Midwestern woman had her illusions shattered when she asked me what the men on top of the National Museum of Art were going waving sticks around.

"Um. Ma'am. Those are sniper rifles."

Suddenly the parade was a little less sunny for her. Sigh.

Call if you want company and another set of eyes. I'll just be hanging around home tomorrow.

Oooh! I'm trying to decide if I need to butch up and go without cheerleaders or not. But if I need them, I'll call you. Or even if I don't. I'm creeping slowly.

I know what it is !!! And want pictures when she gets it!

Well, now I'm askeered that it's Belinda II. I want to say, Oh, Perkins would never do that to us...and then I think about the seekrit mischief and sneaky evil that is Perkins, and I realize that she totally would.

Please, please let it be a meerkat onesie!

Aw, megan, I'm sorry. I called and left a message on your phone when the N Judah thwarted our plans to arrive on time. We ended up not getting downtown until well past 6; I debated just heading straight to the march but then worried that you might still be waiting at our meeting place, so we went there, found you not there, went back to the rally site, and found that the march had already marched all the way to Market & Church. At which point we gave up and came back home.

But at least plenty of people all over Muni got to see my sign ("This straight married churchgoing mom voted NO ON 8") and they were cheering and woot!ing and thanking me (it didn't hurt that for a good bit of the ride Matilda grabbed the sign and vigorously tap-danced with it). A block away from our apartment, a short burly bearish guy stopped us to ask if we'd been to the protest, and when I admitted that we'd tried but missed, he said, "Thank you, though. Thank you for even trying. Just thank you," and got all choked up and rushed into his apartment.

My city. My dear city.

I always get an invite to some inaugural dinner/ball thing from my college. Which I ignore because it's a couple hundred bucks. But since I went to college in IL, I'm toying with going this time.

It is not Belinda II, though now I wish it were.

I am going to be in town next Sunday, so it may have to wait until then, unless I feel much more ambitious tomorrow or Sunday than I do right now.

Jesse has become unstuck in time...

OMG, apparently. HERE IS WHAT I MEANT: Clinton's 2nd inauguration, whenever the hell that was.

I'd better go to sleep soon, before I get even more of the dumb.

Timelies all!

Went up to Fells Point tonight to meet some of G's college friends for dinner.(One is currently working in Baltimore, the other is in town because his wife is attending a conference) Had yummy Greek food. I sleep now.

I think I am going to gain much weight until I get a job. For some reason I have become incredibly suggestible. Anything makes me hungry. Inbetween nausea bouts, that is.

My university is having an inaugural ball, but it's sold out already.

I am watching What Not To Wear but it's not distracting me sufficiently from fretting about work. I suspect I will spend the entire weekend convinced that I suck.