Looking back on it, I think one of the most (if not THE most) pivotal events of my college career has been my involvement with the Vagina Monologues. I know that I've written enough about that play to rival the most seasoned of critics. But I believe and know that this is one of the biggest and most influential things I have done.
Through the play, first and foremost, I met an amazing array of women and men who astonished me with their dedication and spirit. They came from all walks of life and all backgrounds, but they all had the common goal of acting to stop violence against women. These were students, graduate students, community members, and faculty. They came from all over with the same goal in mind, and nothing would stop them from putting on the best play and showing that we meant business about ending violence. Nicolette, the director for the past two years, put her whole heart and soul into it and worked tirelessly (even to the point of getting sick at the end) to make sure the actresses were doing their best and were getting along as well. Megan and Ashley, my first directors, took the initiative of getting the community involved and organizing the benefit concerts. Some of the actresses were pros--Brittany, Remy, Tricia, and Cat were in Inner Voices and wowed us with their natural ease in each part. Some were amateurs--Laura, Sara, Janelle, Rhonda, and me--and shocked us all by how well they carried each role. Some of us were new to activism, some were seasoned pros. But we all had the same goal and a fantastic way to carry it out
The second door the play opened was to my job/internship and passion. My lovely RCS is the recipient of the funds from the monologues each year. Now, before freshman year, I knew what centers like RCS and La Casa were, but I couldn't tell you what went on in there and I certainly would never have expected to WORK at one! When the staff from RCS came to speak with us about their mission, I was hooked. It sure didn't hurt that the director of advocacy was a monologist herself! I knew I had to learn more about them, and that spring, I volunteered at their art exhibit, Healing Works. But it wasn't enough. I had to get into the action, and I filled out the application for the advocacy program and busied myself that summer on the social committee at La Casa. Then fall hit, and I passed the advocacy training with flying colors! I staffed support groups and special events. I worked the hotline and medical shifts. I helped lead the chants at Take Back the Night, and just today, I won an Outstanding Advocate award for my work there! This summer I have an internship in intervention, and it thrills me to think of it. It is not the most glamorous or sought-after job, but it's something I love and am passionate about. And had it not been for the monologues, I would not have been in it.
The third door the monologues opened was to my Feminist Majority. Now I have been a feminist since the age of six, but it actually took a while to get me in a feminist organization on campus. The only one I knew of was NOW, and while I like and respect NOW, they met at an inconvenient time for me. I knew of the national Fem Maj, but I didn't know there was a campus organization. When it was March in freshman year, I heard of an event called Sex Out Loud that was calling for the actresses to perform. I signed up to do so, and while I didn't get to perform (the other grls in my list piece couldn't make it), I went to the fair anyway. I was hooked and ABSOLUTELY HAD to join the organization that threw this lovely event! Through a little determination and a hell of a lot of hard work, I became the president and saw myself putting on the best Sex Out Loud fair I had ever seen! The best part was that some of the people from Fem Maj joined after seeing me in the monologues. Next year I will be treasurer and am ready to throw as grand of an event as this past year.
The fourth one was my campus connections. I became the team leader of the anti-rape fraternity group, FPREP (Fraternity Peer Rape Education and Prevention), because Ross recognized all the hard work I'd put into women's causes. My team members are now CARE facilitators or advocates, and they got fired up for the cause! I met Pat, the assistant dean, because she performed "Reclaiming Peace" last year. She came to many Fem Maj events after that and participated in our reproductive rights panel. This past winter, she invited me onto the committee that oversees all the multicultural houses on Nevada Street.
And last of all, the play helped me to completely conquer my shyness. I think I was pretty outgoing when I came to college, but something about asking "What does a vagina smell like?" to hundreds of people really helped me to kick that shyness to the curb and tell it never to return! Now I am an ultra-extrovert and am incredibly comfortable with any kind of crowd.
While I think the learning process is lifelong, the play has really opened up tons of doors to me that I would not have considered otherwise. I can't wait till next year's, even though it's almost a year away.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
You know you're a scenester if...
--You can remember more song lyrics than you can remember facts.
--You haven't the foggiest idea of what "Stockholm Syndrome" is when your professor talks about it, but you're almost certain that Blink-182 and Muse wrote a song about it.
--Napster named their kitty-logo-thing after you.
--You take off your eye makeup, look at the mirror in shock, and think, "Holy crap, that's what I look like??"
--You think a killer soundtrack saves even the crappiest film.
--When you refer to going clubbing, you need all your fingers and some toes to count the number of clubs you've gone to that night.
--You come back late from an outdoor show smelling like a noxious mix of smoke, booze, perfume, body odor, sweat, and who-knows-what-else, and your significant other sleepily greets you and tells you s/he's glad you're back (without noticing how bad you smell because s/he's used to it by now).
And yes, I made these all up while taking a break from my paper. And most of them are true for me, except for the Napster thingy. Booyah. Now all I need to do is go to some shows after finals. Maybe I'll see Zmick and Piano Man at Canopy next week before I leave, since I sure as heck won't be seeing them up in The LC. But fear not, scene, I will be older and wiser and battle-hardened from La Casa once I come back to grace you with my fabulous presence!
--You haven't the foggiest idea of what "Stockholm Syndrome" is when your professor talks about it, but you're almost certain that Blink-182 and Muse wrote a song about it.
--Napster named their kitty-logo-thing after you.
--You take off your eye makeup, look at the mirror in shock, and think, "Holy crap, that's what I look like??"
--You think a killer soundtrack saves even the crappiest film.
--When you refer to going clubbing, you need all your fingers and some toes to count the number of clubs you've gone to that night.
--You come back late from an outdoor show smelling like a noxious mix of smoke, booze, perfume, body odor, sweat, and who-knows-what-else, and your significant other sleepily greets you and tells you s/he's glad you're back (without noticing how bad you smell because s/he's used to it by now).
And yes, I made these all up while taking a break from my paper. And most of them are true for me, except for the Napster thingy. Booyah. Now all I need to do is go to some shows after finals. Maybe I'll see Zmick and Piano Man at Canopy next week before I leave, since I sure as heck won't be seeing them up in The LC. But fear not, scene, I will be older and wiser and battle-hardened from La Casa once I come back to grace you with my fabulous presence!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Words Like Windows
Practice your lines and show 'em what you got.
You have to be ready cause the scene's getting hot.
Show them how bad you have it and focus in on the prize--
How can they see the truth with tears in their eyes?
I'm not the one who's being misled.
There's a divide between what you say and do.
Actions speak louder, and they drown out your words.
The only one who's being fooled is you.
So how can you lose playing the sympathy card?
Things will get easy once you demolish their hearts.
Offer them a small smile and whimper things will be fine,
You've captured their hearts but disgusted their minds.
I'm not the one who's being misled.
There's a chasm between what you say and do.
Actions speak louder, and they drown out your words.
The only one who's being fooled is you.
I'm not the one who's under your spell.
There's a chasm between what you say and do.
Your actions are screaming, and your words fall silent.
The only one who's been fooled is you.
You have to be ready cause the scene's getting hot.
Show them how bad you have it and focus in on the prize--
How can they see the truth with tears in their eyes?
I'm not the one who's being misled.
There's a divide between what you say and do.
Actions speak louder, and they drown out your words.
The only one who's being fooled is you.
So how can you lose playing the sympathy card?
Things will get easy once you demolish their hearts.
Offer them a small smile and whimper things will be fine,
You've captured their hearts but disgusted their minds.
I'm not the one who's being misled.
There's a chasm between what you say and do.
Actions speak louder, and they drown out your words.
The only one who's being fooled is you.
I'm not the one who's under your spell.
There's a chasm between what you say and do.
Your actions are screaming, and your words fall silent.
The only one who's been fooled is you.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Prehistoric dolphin with modern technology
Boneyard was un-freakin'-believable this past weekend.
Healing Works had the biggest attendance yet (we've been a part of the festival as long as it's been around), and people loved the band Essence that came to play for us. According to the woman who organized it, Ursula, people were dancing through the aisles to it! We even had people wanting to buy the art because they liked it so much.
Despite the rain on opening night, the concerts at late night spACE were top-notch and well-attended. late night spACE was in the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, a big huge venue that had the Boneyard symbol in it (this year it was a dolphin statue made out of household items like shovels and chess pieces!). The first act, vonFrickle (www.myspace.com/vonfrickle) was a prog-rock act that looked and played like they came from outer space! They filled ReStore with some shredding grooves and harkened back to the old glory days of prog (while still sounding very much original). The second was a marimbist (I think I discussed her in "Two Outta Three Ain't Bad," about the Pygmalion) who played really well and tackled that huge instrument like she was taking control of it. The third one was a really good psychedelic guitarist named Vernon Reid. He sounded like a high-tech student of Jeff Beck! (I'm not saying he's as good as Mr. Beck, but it sounded like he had picked up a thing or two about performing from him.) Definitely one to check out. And he's performed in the funky group Living Colour and the rap group Yohimbe Brothers (who were at Wall to Wall). Maybe he'll come to the next Wall to Wall Guitar Festival. I'd totally go see him (and the others) again.
The next day I went and saw Teatro Luna's play "S-E-X-Oh!" at Plym Auditorium. Teatro Luna is an all-Latina theater troupe from Chicago, and they are very very funny and open. They had come down to be part of the festival, and they got a good big crowd.
Next year is going to be hard to top.
Healing Works had the biggest attendance yet (we've been a part of the festival as long as it's been around), and people loved the band Essence that came to play for us. According to the woman who organized it, Ursula, people were dancing through the aisles to it! We even had people wanting to buy the art because they liked it so much.
Despite the rain on opening night, the concerts at late night spACE were top-notch and well-attended. late night spACE was in the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, a big huge venue that had the Boneyard symbol in it (this year it was a dolphin statue made out of household items like shovels and chess pieces!). The first act, vonFrickle (www.myspace.com/vonfrickle) was a prog-rock act that looked and played like they came from outer space! They filled ReStore with some shredding grooves and harkened back to the old glory days of prog (while still sounding very much original). The second was a marimbist (I think I discussed her in "Two Outta Three Ain't Bad," about the Pygmalion) who played really well and tackled that huge instrument like she was taking control of it. The third one was a really good psychedelic guitarist named Vernon Reid. He sounded like a high-tech student of Jeff Beck! (I'm not saying he's as good as Mr. Beck, but it sounded like he had picked up a thing or two about performing from him.) Definitely one to check out. And he's performed in the funky group Living Colour and the rap group Yohimbe Brothers (who were at Wall to Wall). Maybe he'll come to the next Wall to Wall Guitar Festival. I'd totally go see him (and the others) again.
The next day I went and saw Teatro Luna's play "S-E-X-Oh!" at Plym Auditorium. Teatro Luna is an all-Latina theater troupe from Chicago, and they are very very funny and open. They had come down to be part of the festival, and they got a good big crowd.
Next year is going to be hard to top.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Let me empower you...
I am not the most outwardly religious or enlightened person, but I think I came pretty close to a spiritual experience this past Thursday.
It had, of course, to be the annual Take Back the Night (also called Reclaim the Night in some circles) march in the downtown! I arrived at the meeting place, the square in front of KoFusion and Soma, and the advocates and county police were already gathering there. The police were there to protect the marchers, and the advocates were the folks spearheading the march. They were all gathered around the banner and some posters and adding their slogans to them. I pitched right in to make some posters for them. Students, teachers, and community members began to pour into the square, all of us adorned in our black and teal "This is what a feminist looks like" or "TAKE UP SPACE" shirts. Ross and Pat from Office of Women's Programs were out with their grad students. Ursula and Sarah, two counselors, wore orange safety vests and rode their bikes up and down the square to be the security and to show people that we meant business. Kerri, our head legal advocate, brought her partner Ari and their two little sons. The little boys colored in the banner and were surprisingly calm and well-behaved for so young. Kerri was telling them that they'd get to yell and scream all they pleased on the march, which is probably why they were so quiet now! The domestics from Rock Against Rape were there, and they were making everyone laugh with their rough-around-the-edges sense of humor. Jennie, the director of advocacy services, was frantically rushing around (then again, when isn't she?), making sure everything was just perfect. Her work, though, was about to pay off!
We were ready to begin the rally when the square was filled. It was a veritable sea of teal. Jennie took the mike first and welcomed us to Take Back the Night. She looked so nervous! (But then again, I probably would have been too.) She thanked us for coming and introduced our twenty-seven-year TBTN veteran, Pat, to give the next speech. Then Pat came up and gave us the history of the march, from its very early days in Europe to its popularization in the states. It sent chills down my spine. She detailed the first march in the US, through the red light districts of San Francisco, all-women and all carrying candles to symbolize a struggle through the darkness of sexual violence. Despite the fact that I am a HUGE proponent of the march being coed, I could picture myself at that San Fran march, with a candle and surrounded by those early activists, marching through the red light district and helping show that WE MEANT BUSINESS and would NOT be pushed aside or forced to be silent. I felt a sense of solidarity, of sisterhood, with those women and with the men and women surrounding me. Everyone was reverently silent as she continued. When Pat speaks, the world listens and takes note. She then closed it with a quote from the late great and oh so amazing Andrea Dworkin, "Not one of us is free until all of us are free." The audience erupted in applause!
The keynote speaker was a victim advocate named Marleen who came all the way from Cape Town, South Africa. She was talking about performing interventions in Africa, and opening a center for women and girls. Marleen was the type who had "been there, done that" in terms of activism. She discussed the interconnectedness of the different social movements, and she described working to end apartheid back in the eighties, which was what helped her branch into women's movements. She would definitely be the type of speaker I would want to come back again, because I was hooked!
The last two speeches were from a prevention educator named Nick and a medical advocate named Sarah. Nick had a terrific male-feministic speech that discussed how feminism is also for men (very in the vein of something Ross would say) because it challenges men to do better than just believing that it's their prerogative to be bossy and controlling. He was calm and collected, saying, "I am a feminist and a husband. I can support women without bossing them around. I can be a feminist and have my testicles securely attached...much to my wife's relief!" Both humorous and serious. He ended it by pointedly looking at all the men in the square and said, "Feminists believe that men can do better. I am up for the challenge. Are you ready to man up and meet the challenge too?" I had met Nick on my multicultural committee and had talked with him at Rock Against Rape, and he's a great guy. His wife found herself a keeper! Sarah, the medical, was one of the new ones, and she was talking about the camraderie of the advocates and the common goal. Her speech was a model of hope and enthusiasm.
Then the march began. Ursula and Sarah got on their bikes and flanked the marchers. Tricia, Ayla, and Amber grabbed the banner and led the marchers, with Jennie close behind. Kerri came up to me and said, "Alex, can you scream?" I said yes, and I was rewarded with a list of the chants. My job was to help lead the chants! I was situated between the marchers and would lead the chants along with Jennie, since her bullhorn could only carry her voice so far (and we had TONS of marchers). I had NEVER led the TBTN chants before, and here was my time to do so! Here's a little of what we said:
What do we want? SAFE STREETS! When do we want them? NOW!
Survivors unite! Take back the night!
No more violence, no more hate! No more silence, no more rape!
No matter how we dress, no matter where we go, yes means yes, and no means no!
Get your hands off me, I'm not your baby. No means no, it never means maybe!
We have the power, we have the right. The streets are ours, take back the night!
And on we marched. I was yelling and leading the chants. I was helping take back the night. We marched past the outdoor cafes like Pekara and the bars like Seven Saints and Guido's, and the people seated outdoors began to cheer for us or chant along with us as we passed. We passed the fancy restaurants like Bacaro and Radio Maria, and the patrons banged on the windows, waved, and screamed when they saw us. Cars and bikes passed by, with their horns honking and drivers yelling, "THAT'S RIGHT, TAKE BACK THE NIGHT!" A camera crew from the local news channel did their best to keep up with us and film the march (Nick said he saw us on TV when he was at Murphy's later that night). And on. And on. I felt such a sense of camraderie, and such a sense of pure excitement, like a shockwave was going through me. Here I was, with so many people with the same goal as me. We looked and sounded nothing alike, but our desire to end violence was what was uniting us. Women and men and children (Ari and Kerri's kids were happily screaming the chants along with their parents) alike. My throat was killing me by the end, but I was so on fire it didn't even matter. It reminded me of that first moment when I decided to go into crisis intervention--like I was sure of my passion and that nothing would stop me. This march only reaffirmed why I was in it!
After the march, we spilled back into the square, thanked our security and spearkers, and ran around congratulating each other on another successful march. Nick and Paul, two of my prevention educators, joined me in getting some caffeine at Aroma Cafe. When we stepped in, some of the men at a table in the front yelled, "Hey we know you! Survivors UNITE! You took back the night!" It felt amazing and was the perfect close to the evening.
It was truly a profound experience and one I will be sure to remember. I still get the chills and the shockwave just thinking about it. Next year, I want the bullhorn and will be up in front!
It had, of course, to be the annual Take Back the Night (also called Reclaim the Night in some circles) march in the downtown! I arrived at the meeting place, the square in front of KoFusion and Soma, and the advocates and county police were already gathering there. The police were there to protect the marchers, and the advocates were the folks spearheading the march. They were all gathered around the banner and some posters and adding their slogans to them. I pitched right in to make some posters for them. Students, teachers, and community members began to pour into the square, all of us adorned in our black and teal "This is what a feminist looks like" or "TAKE UP SPACE" shirts. Ross and Pat from Office of Women's Programs were out with their grad students. Ursula and Sarah, two counselors, wore orange safety vests and rode their bikes up and down the square to be the security and to show people that we meant business. Kerri, our head legal advocate, brought her partner Ari and their two little sons. The little boys colored in the banner and were surprisingly calm and well-behaved for so young. Kerri was telling them that they'd get to yell and scream all they pleased on the march, which is probably why they were so quiet now! The domestics from Rock Against Rape were there, and they were making everyone laugh with their rough-around-the-edges sense of humor. Jennie, the director of advocacy services, was frantically rushing around (then again, when isn't she?), making sure everything was just perfect. Her work, though, was about to pay off!
We were ready to begin the rally when the square was filled. It was a veritable sea of teal. Jennie took the mike first and welcomed us to Take Back the Night. She looked so nervous! (But then again, I probably would have been too.) She thanked us for coming and introduced our twenty-seven-year TBTN veteran, Pat, to give the next speech. Then Pat came up and gave us the history of the march, from its very early days in Europe to its popularization in the states. It sent chills down my spine. She detailed the first march in the US, through the red light districts of San Francisco, all-women and all carrying candles to symbolize a struggle through the darkness of sexual violence. Despite the fact that I am a HUGE proponent of the march being coed, I could picture myself at that San Fran march, with a candle and surrounded by those early activists, marching through the red light district and helping show that WE MEANT BUSINESS and would NOT be pushed aside or forced to be silent. I felt a sense of solidarity, of sisterhood, with those women and with the men and women surrounding me. Everyone was reverently silent as she continued. When Pat speaks, the world listens and takes note. She then closed it with a quote from the late great and oh so amazing Andrea Dworkin, "Not one of us is free until all of us are free." The audience erupted in applause!
The keynote speaker was a victim advocate named Marleen who came all the way from Cape Town, South Africa. She was talking about performing interventions in Africa, and opening a center for women and girls. Marleen was the type who had "been there, done that" in terms of activism. She discussed the interconnectedness of the different social movements, and she described working to end apartheid back in the eighties, which was what helped her branch into women's movements. She would definitely be the type of speaker I would want to come back again, because I was hooked!
The last two speeches were from a prevention educator named Nick and a medical advocate named Sarah. Nick had a terrific male-feministic speech that discussed how feminism is also for men (very in the vein of something Ross would say) because it challenges men to do better than just believing that it's their prerogative to be bossy and controlling. He was calm and collected, saying, "I am a feminist and a husband. I can support women without bossing them around. I can be a feminist and have my testicles securely attached...much to my wife's relief!" Both humorous and serious. He ended it by pointedly looking at all the men in the square and said, "Feminists believe that men can do better. I am up for the challenge. Are you ready to man up and meet the challenge too?" I had met Nick on my multicultural committee and had talked with him at Rock Against Rape, and he's a great guy. His wife found herself a keeper! Sarah, the medical, was one of the new ones, and she was talking about the camraderie of the advocates and the common goal. Her speech was a model of hope and enthusiasm.
Then the march began. Ursula and Sarah got on their bikes and flanked the marchers. Tricia, Ayla, and Amber grabbed the banner and led the marchers, with Jennie close behind. Kerri came up to me and said, "Alex, can you scream?" I said yes, and I was rewarded with a list of the chants. My job was to help lead the chants! I was situated between the marchers and would lead the chants along with Jennie, since her bullhorn could only carry her voice so far (and we had TONS of marchers). I had NEVER led the TBTN chants before, and here was my time to do so! Here's a little of what we said:
What do we want? SAFE STREETS! When do we want them? NOW!
Survivors unite! Take back the night!
No more violence, no more hate! No more silence, no more rape!
No matter how we dress, no matter where we go, yes means yes, and no means no!
Get your hands off me, I'm not your baby. No means no, it never means maybe!
We have the power, we have the right. The streets are ours, take back the night!
And on we marched. I was yelling and leading the chants. I was helping take back the night. We marched past the outdoor cafes like Pekara and the bars like Seven Saints and Guido's, and the people seated outdoors began to cheer for us or chant along with us as we passed. We passed the fancy restaurants like Bacaro and Radio Maria, and the patrons banged on the windows, waved, and screamed when they saw us. Cars and bikes passed by, with their horns honking and drivers yelling, "THAT'S RIGHT, TAKE BACK THE NIGHT!" A camera crew from the local news channel did their best to keep up with us and film the march (Nick said he saw us on TV when he was at Murphy's later that night). And on. And on. I felt such a sense of camraderie, and such a sense of pure excitement, like a shockwave was going through me. Here I was, with so many people with the same goal as me. We looked and sounded nothing alike, but our desire to end violence was what was uniting us. Women and men and children (Ari and Kerri's kids were happily screaming the chants along with their parents) alike. My throat was killing me by the end, but I was so on fire it didn't even matter. It reminded me of that first moment when I decided to go into crisis intervention--like I was sure of my passion and that nothing would stop me. This march only reaffirmed why I was in it!
After the march, we spilled back into the square, thanked our security and spearkers, and ran around congratulating each other on another successful march. Nick and Paul, two of my prevention educators, joined me in getting some caffeine at Aroma Cafe. When we stepped in, some of the men at a table in the front yelled, "Hey we know you! Survivors UNITE! You took back the night!" It felt amazing and was the perfect close to the evening.
It was truly a profound experience and one I will be sure to remember. I still get the chills and the shockwave just thinking about it. Next year, I want the bullhorn and will be up in front!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Women unite! Take back the night!
Today only!
6:30 in the downtown in front of KoFusion and Soma
Take Back the Night!!!
A coed, communitywide march and rally to end violence against women and girls.
See you there!
Tomorrow through Sunday!
Get off your butt and see some art and music
(and maybe create some too...)
At the one and only
BONEYARD ARTS FESTIVAL!!!
That is all.
Over and out.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
No more words
We don't need your words.
We don't need your promises.
We don't need your stinkin' "vision" and "problem-solving."
You want to solve a problem?
Then give us action.
We don't need your promises.
We don't need your stinkin' "vision" and "problem-solving."
You want to solve a problem?
Then give us action.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
...And I let it ride
Well, there is nothing like a slew of shows to lift a grl's spirits! I went to my favorite club in the world (well, maybe just this area, as it's currently tied with Park West), the High Dive, to see the ever-amazing benefit concert with my advocates. I met some amazingly cool people there, like the prevention educators and domestics. The bands were great too! This one singer, Angie Heaton (I believe I mentioned her earlier in this blog), was really good and funny. When some dingus in the front row pulled out his cell phone and yelled "FREEBIRD!," she said," I hear that so much when I play--your wish is my command!" She launched into a hilarious rockabilly version of the Skynyrd classic (it was as exaggerated and caricatured as you can get!) that had everyone laughing. Then today I went to see the patron saint of English majors, Garrison Keillor, at the Krannert. I loved his Prairie Home Companion before then. I revere it now! He was so funny and entertaining, and he did some original stories and some classics, along with a great encore. The guy has some serious stage presence and knows how to work an audience, even if he has a really soft voice. The show was just like the Lake Wobegon kids, way above average!
It's live stuff (and night life) that I really live for. Staying in gets me stir-crazy. Going out makes me feel alive and vibrant and, well, like myself. When I went to the Joan Jett concert last week, I was screaming along the lyrics to all of her songs, even the lesser-known ones (crimson and clover, over AND OVER!). When I go to clubs, I just love taking it all in--singing, dancing, talking to the friends with me, laughing. At Harbor Fest and Summerfest, I was doing my dance in my crazy outfits (and shocking my parents by knowing all the lyrics of the fetish song and shouting them!). It was a little weird going from rock-club mode yesterday to symphony/Lake Wobegon mode today, but I think I transitioned pretty well.
Less than two weeks till Boneyard. I can't wait!
It's live stuff (and night life) that I really live for. Staying in gets me stir-crazy. Going out makes me feel alive and vibrant and, well, like myself. When I went to the Joan Jett concert last week, I was screaming along the lyrics to all of her songs, even the lesser-known ones (crimson and clover, over AND OVER!). When I go to clubs, I just love taking it all in--singing, dancing, talking to the friends with me, laughing. At Harbor Fest and Summerfest, I was doing my dance in my crazy outfits (and shocking my parents by knowing all the lyrics of the fetish song and shouting them!). It was a little weird going from rock-club mode yesterday to symphony/Lake Wobegon mode today, but I think I transitioned pretty well.
Less than two weeks till Boneyard. I can't wait!
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