Sunday, October 31, 2010
I'm still riding high on the energy of yesterday's rally. I think even Jon Stewart, ever ironic, ever sardonic, was a bit taken aback by the response to his call for sanity. Though I spent a quiet evening at home, I could feel the par-tay buzz all over DC last night. The energy felt exuberant but not crazy. I could not detect a hint of the usual apres-demo smugness that usually attends these things. It was not an occasion that encouraged or created smugness. Fantastic!!
It's a beautiful Halloween morning, enhanced by the beauty of the energy from yesterday, at least it seems that way to me. I'm outta here - first to work, then afterwards to the house on Tennessee Avenue where I intend to hide from trick or treaters and ghosts, where I know I will drink a ghostini or hauntini or Hallowtini (aka martini) and celebrate with my old neighbors.
Honor your ancestors, today, people. Dance with the dead and the living. Drink a toast to those who have passed beyond the veil, yes? I say yes. Happy Halloween and L'chaim, y'all.
The cat does not look happy.