Med withdrawal kicked in full blast while brunching at Savory Cafe today. Reading the Takoma Voice (hippie neighborhood newspaper), I found myself fighting back tears over every other article — topics include neighborhood park clean-ups, dog walks, volunteer weed killing initiatives for public spaces, free talks on peak oil, free talks on the history of the metro, a soap box derby, the farmer\’s market — because I found myself loving those damn hippies. Loving the hippies, man. Just loving them. Wanting to buy a house in Takoma Park, wanting to go banging on doors until I found myself a hippie job within walking distance, wanting an organic garden of my own in a town that has banned microwaves.
Hippies, man. I\’m loving them like ice cream at the moment.
Worked five hours last night in high heels, busting underage drinkers. Had my main man Tony make me a martini in a pint glass to finish off the evening.
I want to tell you about an engine house called the House of Pain, but it\’s probably a waste of time because the DC government is full of dickleberries who would rather rent prime historic property rot for fifty years plus than have it privately restored with some TLC. We shall see.
Going to New York next Monday-Wednesday for Evening at the Grindhouse. Hips! Tits! Lips! Power! Will I see you there?
