A Complete Something Alright.
It seems that combining the powers of my siblings and I (much the way the powers are combined for Captain Planet), we have Super Hippy. I believe in the peace and politics of it, my sister practices free love and the use of illegal substances, and my brother hugs trees and all that other environmental stuff.
With our powers combined, we are Super Hippy.
So I came to the stunning revelation lately that I don't get the "sexual revolution." I won't rant about it much because frankly most people don't understand what I'm talking about. But here's something many of you may not realize: even up until ten years ago, it was not okay to do the things they tell you to in Cosmo! Sex this and sex that and your life is not worth anything unless you're having sex, and if you don't want to have sex all the time there is something wrong with you. Maybe it's just that my family is too new to America to understand the American need to go around humping everything that moves, but trust me, that's the way it looks. And yeah, I guess I am trying to live in the last century, but if that means more meaningful substance in our lives and relationships, then call me crazy, but where is the time machine?
Brought Christie to rehearsal last night, which she seemed to enjoy. She said it was good just to be back in a theatre and around people that weren't 9 years old. I think she's gonna come out again next week. The funny part is, she was able to match faces to my descriptions and discussions of people right away.
Good weekend in store...Andy gets into town tomorrow!!! (Friend from way back in the day for those who are confused.)They'll be some review of old photos and yearbooks and hometown gossip, of course. I think it'll be good for him to spend some leisure time where there is actually grass and animals and roads that you can drive on. Hopefully Dayton life won't prove too boring to him compared to his big exciting Big Apple life. But parties, haunted hayrides and trips to the Air Force Museum are in the plans, so I'll keep him entertained. Of course, I am a little frightened of the secrets he will reveal about the 16 year old me. (wink, wink)
With our powers combined, we are Super Hippy.
So I came to the stunning revelation lately that I don't get the "sexual revolution." I won't rant about it much because frankly most people don't understand what I'm talking about. But here's something many of you may not realize: even up until ten years ago, it was not okay to do the things they tell you to in Cosmo! Sex this and sex that and your life is not worth anything unless you're having sex, and if you don't want to have sex all the time there is something wrong with you. Maybe it's just that my family is too new to America to understand the American need to go around humping everything that moves, but trust me, that's the way it looks. And yeah, I guess I am trying to live in the last century, but if that means more meaningful substance in our lives and relationships, then call me crazy, but where is the time machine?
Brought Christie to rehearsal last night, which she seemed to enjoy. She said it was good just to be back in a theatre and around people that weren't 9 years old. I think she's gonna come out again next week. The funny part is, she was able to match faces to my descriptions and discussions of people right away.
Good weekend in store...Andy gets into town tomorrow!!! (Friend from way back in the day for those who are confused.)They'll be some review of old photos and yearbooks and hometown gossip, of course. I think it'll be good for him to spend some leisure time where there is actually grass and animals and roads that you can drive on. Hopefully Dayton life won't prove too boring to him compared to his big exciting Big Apple life. But parties, haunted hayrides and trips to the Air Force Museum are in the plans, so I'll keep him entertained. Of course, I am a little frightened of the secrets he will reveal about the 16 year old me. (wink, wink)