The Real Tea Party thing is awesome. My favorite part (and I suspect everyone else's):
I think that we should attempt to have the world's mildest, most inoffensive, polite counterprotest ever held. My ideal would be for the press to come up to interview people about their opinions on tax policies and health care, and have responses such as, "Oh, dear, isn't that a rather personal question?"
Why is it in registration lines that I wind up next to the crowdy, overly friendly, fretful "it's taking so loooooooong and OMG we're gonna DIE before we get there!!!!" types? I'm not claustrophobic, but I do have people crowding too close and touching issues.
Damn, my pie crust is possibly the ugliest ever. Note to self: vegan pastry does not freeze well.
Damn, my pie crust is possibly the ugliest ever. Note to self: vegan pastry does not freeze well.
Note to Consuela's self: It's not how it looks, it's how it tastes
Well, we won't find that out for some time. But at least the filling will be tasty.
I just ventured outside to the new convenience store around the corner. There had been an old convenience store there, but then it was held up several times and the owners closed it. Some recent graduates bought it and redid the inside and reopened it, and it's really great. They've got a bunch of stuff like canned beans and fresh vegetables (well, peppers) that none of the other stores around here have, and the guys running it are just so adorable and enthusiastic. Also, this week, they have a kosher for Passover shelf.
Still in line. The kids have struck up conversations with kindred souls and despite my lack of costuming, I've received several compliments on my sweatshirt. (It's the "Careful or you'll end up in my novel," shirt.)
Oh sweet zombie Jesus, the woman behind us is utterly inane. People in line have been doing a call and response with "Marco Polo!" and she asked, "Who's Marco Polo?" and she's at least my age. Oy.