You were full of mini-highs. I heard that Don McGlashan might consider a Bishop date. I got to wish Liam Luff, a DJ I've listened to for over 8 years, well in his new endeavors.
You were full of bumps. Auld Dubliner canceled its Labretta date. I scrambled around to a few would-be venues, did some emailing, and talked a bit on the phone. Why are venue owners so flaky?
You were full of soul-sucking dread. Three hours have passed since the League of Women Voter's candidates forum for county candidates, and my stomach still effing hurts from the stress and conflict of it. We dropped the ball and didn't ask the most obvious question of one of the candidates (Uh, dude, you were charged with accepting methamphetamine in lieu of payment for representing defendants in criminal cases. You were charged with being high in court.), and we let people down. We fielded over 30 written questions and had about 5 minutes to organize them. We had to throw out half. Almost all the candidates got softballs as a result.
LWV is supposed to be a nonpartisan organization. Maybe one dude, the crossdresser in town, was the only one who didn't have an ax to grind.
There are three of us who participate in the active running of it and with three of us, it's not working. After several decades of being in the area, the three of us are considering folding the organization. I know we are letting those wonderful 80-somethings who started the organization and who still nominally participate down, but who who among us has the time? Who has the time after work and family stuff to disengage the zombie and use, gasp, brain power?
Please, can I dream of wee burros and cocktails and holidays tonight?
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