Beowabbit (beowabbit) wrote,
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I aten’t dead! And burlesque show, and political dream.

Sorry I haven’t been posting much lately! Life’s been really full and busy; I just haven’t been having much time to spend on LiveJournal. (I haven’t been reading my normal reading list, either, so I’ve probably missed what you’ve posted in the last few weeks.)

As usual, I’m loving plumtreeblossom lots and lots. There’s lots of wonderful stuff we’ve done lately that I’d like to write about, but I’m not even going to try to catch up.

But last night we went to The Slutcracker (warning: background audio) at the Somerville Theatre, a burlesque parody of The Nutcracker, to the original music. A couple of our Firstie friends are in it. It was delightful and hilarious and sexy and the dancing was really good, and of course the music was good because it’s Tchaikovsky, and we ran into half our social circle there. We sat in the balcony with hahathor and pinecone_4, and plumtreeblossom’s housemate vanguardcdk and hermitgeeko and bunches of other people I’m spacing on or whose LJ names I can’t remember were also there. We were really thrilled that we got to bump into urban_faerie_ (who was in the show — she played a vibrator battery) outside after the show; we’d been waiting afterwards hoping specifically to see her.

There was an afterparty we were invited to, but we were tired (and I was low on money) and we went home to plumtreeblossom’s.

We slept well and long last night, and that brings me to the political dream.

I was at a party (with a fair bunch of my social circle, a mix of real people I know — plumtreeblossom was there — and friends made up for the dream). And one of the people at the party happened to be John Edwards. And, of course, I wanted to ask him the question everybody wants to ask him: What in the nine circles of Hell were you thinking? So I sat down next to him — I think we’d been introduced earlier in the party — and asked if I could ask him a kind of sensitive and personal question, and he said sure, and I pointed out that running for President while trying to keep that sort of a secret carried a huge risk of throwing the election and putting John McCain in the White House with all that meant for the country, and what on earth was going through his head that made him think that was a sensible thing to do? And he said something that acknowledged the stupidity of it and seemed sincere, but also was kind of unsatisfying, something that was more “I made a dumb mistake this once” than “I really need to reëxamine my judgement”.

And, for the rest of the party, he was gently mackin’ on half the women there. Now, I certainly don’t have a problem with that per se, but he was still married and together with his wife in the dream (which I suspect is not the case in a meaningful sense in real life), and she wasn’t at the party, and he was basically lying by omission and misdirection with each woman he was hitting on — often in mutually contradictory ways. And in the dream, he was just another attendee at the party, and most people didn’t know about his Presidential run or his affair or its exposure by the press. (Well, if you want to call the National Enquirer the press. :-) So I felt like I had to follow around after him and tell everybody, hey, you know, that guy John, he’s attractive and smart and all, but he’s married and his wife doesn’t want him fooling around and you might want to know that he ran for President and there was this big scandal.
Tags: arts, diary, dreams, humour, lj, plumtreeblossom, politics, sex
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