I took an unscheduled blogging break because after the long weekend was over I was still recovering from the Fever and the Laying Around, so the most riving thing that happened is that the laundry piled up like woah and now I can’t walk in my living room with out stepping on dirty clothes. I went to the beach, though! On Memorial Day we kidnapped Nicole and drove to Coney Island where they have the official freak show and an unofficial one consisting of the riff-raff of Brooklyn that comes out of the woodwork to hang out in too-small bikinis on the boardwalk.
Yesterday Rob and I joined the march against Prop 8 through Manhattan. My feelings, of course, are, have always been and always will be that state-sanctioned marriage is a bad idea to begin with, but if it’s the only system in place to protect the families of homosexuals, I’m going to cheer for equal rights in the deeply flawed system. I’d love to change the system all together. Maybe one day.