Coulda gone better
Okay, this wasn't the best of days. The protest went well; would've gone better if George Bush had looked out the window and said, "Hmmm, maybe I should just bag that idea of escalating in Iraq like a warmongering asshat, and just go back to Crawford, chat with oil guys, and make monkey faces," which, as Arlo says, wasn't very likely and we didn't expect it. The ISO was standing around shouting and not moving anywhere, which held the Greens up from marching for quite a while; this is so apt and illustrative of a circumstance that it makes me nod sagely afterwards. I did get to see Presidential candidate nan_garrett there, who if elected would be the first President in history who would be best described as "a sweetie", as well as other Greens from all over the place, whom it was great to see again.
Things went poorly after that. Knocked off early from the march due to my mother electing - wisely, I think - to go for a few blocks and stop when she got tired rather than push things too much and risk falling again. Got separated by the poorly-managed Metro trains on the way to Ben's Chili Bowl after the festivities, which led to a screaming match between DW and me at the Bowl afterwards as we were tired and our nerves frayed. Went from there to G'belt on the packed train to all the way back home (as DW was feeling headachy and not up to anything further) to Bowie and a second reading of Volpone, which included badmagic, who's pretty damn good, and Kid-2, who is just making my parenting exceptionally difficult...with practically no practice, contrary to my bugging of her, and after spending the afternoon being the belle of the march - smiling for the cameras while waving a sign that said "PEACE", and happidancing with the hippie drummers and digiridoo players in the middle of Pennsylvania Ave. - she goes into a mostly cold read of an Elizabethan English play and just knocks it right out. Sure I'm not biased, but I don't see how anyone hearing that would not have been impressed.
On the way home, I mistakenly take the long way, and run out of gas just shy of fer-Gawd-sake Millersville, and would likely still be there without the intervention of a good Samaritan with a gas can, proving, along with the fact that I'm still married after the earlier nonsense, that God indeed smiles on fools. More news later...
Things went poorly after that. Knocked off early from the march due to my mother electing - wisely, I think - to go for a few blocks and stop when she got tired rather than push things too much and risk falling again. Got separated by the poorly-managed Metro trains on the way to Ben's Chili Bowl after the festivities, which led to a screaming match between DW and me at the Bowl afterwards as we were tired and our nerves frayed. Went from there to G'belt on the packed train to all the way back home (as DW was feeling headachy and not up to anything further) to Bowie and a second reading of Volpone, which included badmagic, who's pretty damn good, and Kid-2, who is just making my parenting exceptionally difficult...with practically no practice, contrary to my bugging of her, and after spending the afternoon being the belle of the march - smiling for the cameras while waving a sign that said "PEACE", and happidancing with the hippie drummers and digiridoo players in the middle of Pennsylvania Ave. - she goes into a mostly cold read of an Elizabethan English play and just knocks it right out. Sure I'm not biased, but I don't see how anyone hearing that would not have been impressed.
On the way home, I mistakenly take the long way, and run out of gas just shy of fer-Gawd-sake Millersville, and would likely still be there without the intervention of a good Samaritan with a gas can, proving, along with the fact that I'm still married after the earlier nonsense, that God indeed smiles on fools. More news later...