belly dancing over to the caucus
It surprises me that it's not as hard to be involved in the party apparatus as I used to think. When I was quite young my parents were involved in the local party goings on, we even have a home movie from the early 70s with our then congressman, Ed Koch, visiting our Yorkville block for a clean up something or other and my parents got invites for cocktail parties and prefered viewing spots for July 4th fireworks throughout his mayorship.
As precinct captain, which I am only cause I was the only one who stepped up last year, I've already been contacted by a candidate for my state senate primary to ask for my support and if so, will I be willing to be listed on her site (which I am, I like Jennifer Mello for the democratic nomination for SD 32 and if my opinion counts, take it). How did I get to this point? It's not like I've done anything as precinct captain (we can blame my downtime this fall as well as hopefully now replaced district captains for that). And they've certainly not notified me of any of the meetings in the last 6 months. I got the card informing me of the meeting to pick new district leadership the DAY AFTER THE MEETING. The only House 5B business I knew about in advance, and quite a long time in advance I may add, is that I was to volunteer directing traffic into the parking lot at North High tonight. Well fuck that. I am going to be spending a few hours with one of my dearest friends for the first time since last summer. Freshly driven down from Aspen, Angel is in the first of the 2 workshops put on by the Belly Dance Superstars, and then we're tooling around to the Chinese herb shops down on S. Federal and for some pho until I need to leave her at the show and go up to be a surly bitch to the rest of the 5B folk.
And I'm passing on the Superstars show, not cause of the caucuses per se, but cause I am not a fan of Jilina's choreography, some of the dancers on the tour and Miles Copeland's inability to actually promote the world of bellydancing as opposed to coasting on his decades old success in rock. Which I know about quite well as my parents did his intellectual property work for over 25 years and I was comped to the last show 2 years ago by the same guy who gave me and my sisters tickets for various bands in the early 80s. I have lots more to rant here, but I need to clean the snow off my car and meet Angel in 20 minutes.
As precinct captain, which I am only cause I was the only one who stepped up last year, I've already been contacted by a candidate for my state senate primary to ask for my support and if so, will I be willing to be listed on her site (which I am, I like Jennifer Mello for the democratic nomination for SD 32 and if my opinion counts, take it). How did I get to this point? It's not like I've done anything as precinct captain (we can blame my downtime this fall as well as hopefully now replaced district captains for that). And they've certainly not notified me of any of the meetings in the last 6 months. I got the card informing me of the meeting to pick new district leadership the DAY AFTER THE MEETING. The only House 5B business I knew about in advance, and quite a long time in advance I may add, is that I was to volunteer directing traffic into the parking lot at North High tonight. Well fuck that. I am going to be spending a few hours with one of my dearest friends for the first time since last summer. Freshly driven down from Aspen, Angel is in the first of the 2 workshops put on by the Belly Dance Superstars, and then we're tooling around to the Chinese herb shops down on S. Federal and for some pho until I need to leave her at the show and go up to be a surly bitch to the rest of the 5B folk.
And I'm passing on the Superstars show, not cause of the caucuses per se, but cause I am not a fan of Jilina's choreography, some of the dancers on the tour and Miles Copeland's inability to actually promote the world of bellydancing as opposed to coasting on his decades old success in rock. Which I know about quite well as my parents did his intellectual property work for over 25 years and I was comped to the last show 2 years ago by the same guy who gave me and my sisters tickets for various bands in the early 80s. I have lots more to rant here, but I need to clean the snow off my car and meet Angel in 20 minutes.
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