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Wow, yesterday was a really "holy shit" kind of day. I went with Nicky and Audrey to the nationwide protest of proposition 8 in Los Angeles in the morning. I really wanted to go, and was glad that they agreed to come with me, so I picked up some scones for us on the way to Nicky's. We met at Nicky's in Silverlake, then took a bus (first time to do that in LA for all of us) to downtown, since parking would have been a nightmare. While on the bus, more and more people going to the protest got on as we got closer. One group of protesters would cheer every time a new group of people with signs got on the bus. It made me feel a little warm and fuzzy, I'm not going to lie. There were lots of great signs at the rally. My personal favorite was one that said "You can try harder, Madonna!" There were many speakers, including the mayor of LA and a few celebrities, including Alec Mapa, TR Knight (whom I missed), Ricki Lake and my personal favorite, Lucy "Xena" Lawless. And yes, she did the battle cry. I can now die happy. While Lucy Lawless made the trip worth it for me, I think it was my childish giggling, clapping, and dancing during her speech that made it worthwhile for my friends. All in all, it was a good experience, if hot, but there was that part of me that was a little stressed out by being there, just because of the possibility of violence.
After the protest ended, I found out that Yorba Linda, my city, was on fire. I called my mom, and she said that although the fire was a few miles away, there was tons of smoke and ash, and that they were hosing down the roof, juts to be safe. This, obviously, was fairly stressful news, but the freeways around Yorba Linda were all closed, so there was no sense in trying to go home.
We ate lunch at a Brazilian bakery (which was very nice and non-stressful), but then later that evening we narrowly avoided a collision. The car in front of us on the freeway rammed into a car that was on the shoulder, and Nicky, being the awesome driver he is, swerved around it instead of skidding into it. Close call. Later that night, we went to see the new Bond movie. Very good, I recommend it.
So, actually, as stressful as yesterday was, I should think of it as being a really GOOD day, because of all these potentially terrible things that almost happened, none of them did. I'm feeling pretty lucky today.
After the protest ended, I found out that Yorba Linda, my city, was on fire. I called my mom, and she said that although the fire was a few miles away, there was tons of smoke and ash, and that they were hosing down the roof, juts to be safe. This, obviously, was fairly stressful news, but the freeways around Yorba Linda were all closed, so there was no sense in trying to go home.
We ate lunch at a Brazilian bakery (which was very nice and non-stressful), but then later that evening we narrowly avoided a collision. The car in front of us on the freeway rammed into a car that was on the shoulder, and Nicky, being the awesome driver he is, swerved around it instead of skidding into it. Close call. Later that night, we went to see the new Bond movie. Very good, I recommend it.
So, actually, as stressful as yesterday was, I should think of it as being a really GOOD day, because of all these potentially terrible things that almost happened, none of them did. I'm feeling pretty lucky today.