ethiopian food and boy bands

tonight was 'michelle branches out' night.

well, not really branching out...maybe twigging out. it's not like i took a big step...

anyhow, tonight, as i mentioned before, was the fair trade fair and i was a chipper cheerful volunteer.

so, remember a couple of days ago when i mentioned that hardcore activists made me nervous because i could never be as fucking hardcore? well, i take it back...a little. i take it back as it related to fair trade activists; unless i am intimidated by hippies and their kids. admittedly, i am still a LOT intimidated by people involved with the ELF or ALF but THEY are fucking hardcore! some of this intimidation comes from jealousy (i was i was that socially aware and active) and from guilt because i am know i am not as aware and active as i should be...

but, i digress.

i had SO MUCH FUN tonight. i served ethiopian delights to amazingly nice people; i washed more dishes than i have EVER washed in my life; my hips hurt from standing at counters just inches to short to be really nice to my body; and i met a cool girl who promised to play "i want your sex" by george michael on the radio and will hopefully be able to come and audition for my new play!

here is the weird thing-and i think perhaps this falls into the 'post-modern irony' catagory of the potential feeling of futility that comes with activism-as we were watching the mini-doc. about actions against walmart some insidious music by either nsync or the backstreet boys blasts through the walls from the salsa class next door ( i shit you not)...

weird shit!

all in all super fun and for as tired i was when i arrived there i am glad i went!

michelle.