You know how Dooce is forever being asked to appear at the White House and talk about blogging, so she's always flying first class to D.C.?
No one asked me to show up, and I am taking a train–regular boring-person class. Nevertheless, I am leaving for Washington D.C. to spend the weekend with my close, personal friend Sleeping Beauty, who happens to live there. Everyone stalk her!
I am upcited to take the train. The last time I took a really long train ride was when I moved from Michigan to Seattle in 1992. My father, who does not give a lot of fatherly advice, told me to get a sleeping car. Oh no, I told him, I don't need one. "No really," he insisted, "it's a three-day trip. You'll need a sleeping car. I'll even pay the difference," he said.
I wouldn't hear of it.
After about 20 hours of sitting upright, who hated herself? Who wished she had listened to dad? Also too, when the DING DANG train derailed in Pocatella, Idaho, and the train was delayed by a DAY, who really really REALLY wished she'd listened to dad?
When I finally got to Seattle, my friend who met me said, "Welcome to Seattle. You look like shit."
Fortunately my train is going nowhere near Pocatella, so I am certain to be safe.
Sleeping Beauty and I are going to Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity, and we are standing here beside ourselves with excitement. Once I heard about this rally, I had to go. The whole point of it is, yes, we can disagree politically, but do we have to be nasty to each other? Even though I don't agree with you, I don't have to put a Hitler mustache on your photo, do I?
So off we go. To rally. Sanely. Moderately. And not in Pocatella. Where we'll get derailed.
Afterwards, we have many Halloween parties to attend, which should be interesting because Sleeping has to run a marathon the next morning. And you know how she enjoys shooting up the herrroyn. So I don't even know how that's gonna work.
Y'all all have a lovely weekend. Be sane.