This-n-that

Happy birthday to bailunrui! 'tis most nifty that you were born. =)

I've been watching the news about Ivan and having flashbacks to when I lived in New Orleans. There was one year there where we were hit with hurricanes or tropical storms pretty much every Friday. This, as we all know, was God's punishment for the Saints being allowed to win games.

The evacuation thing is interesting b/c when I lived down there there was one storm that was bad enough for an evacuation to be suggested, but essentially the official word went something like "Well, if this was a sane town that had been built properly we'd tell you all to get the hell out of Dodge. But as it's not and it wasn't there's actually not enough roads in place to allow this entire city to go somewhere else so, um... get your snorkels, folks!"

This was also the same storm where prior to curfew my friends and I went for a walk through Audobon Park and sung pirate songs ("Oh Plunder Plunder how I wonder how'd you get so dog-gone pretty!"). And if you think that was insane, then clearly you didn't see the guys in the middle of the park with their lightening rods, aka golf clubs. We waved at one another jauntily, happy to know our combined lack of common sense meant we'd at least get through the storm with more fun than most.

In other news, I'm amused to discover that "Hey, this is what the majority of Americans want." is an argument that's allowed to stand when it comes to things like rights for homosexuals, but when it comes to letting the ban on assault weapons go away apparently the minority is allowed a say after all.

Oh, wait, sorry. Not amused. Disgusted. I keep getting those mixed up.

Ha!

I have been dying to take a dance class for close to over a year now and every time I try to make it happen something comes up to thwart me. This is very possibly the universe's way of saying that I shouldn't take a dance class, but I'm stubborn and I don't listen.

The latest incarnation of my frustration has been a class that's on a schedule I can make with a price that I can afford, but which was all booked up by the time I was able to register for it. They put me on a wait list but weeks passed with no word.

So today I called them up, did my big Bambi eyes (which is impressive, as this was over the phone) and the woman there was kind enough to squeeze me into the current class b/c there's always people who drop out at the last minute, and I was the only person on the wait list who had made sure to give them all the information they needed to register me.

So yay!

Now all I have to do is show up next week and either hope there aren't all 21 people, or hope that I can convincingly look at somebody else like they're the jerk that made the class too big. 8)