It turns out protests are a lot like parades: signs, shouting, honking horns. And my take on parades has always been that, as I am usually too short to really see what's going on, a parade is the spectacle of standing in a crowd and not seeing anything. So I've never been a big fan. And it's not that being with a whole bunch of people who really actively want to make a difference was a bad thing, it was actually pretty inspiring. It's just that I personally didn't get much out of being there. I hope that some of the people driving by the protest got something out of it, and that the people there appreciated having another body to shout with them. I don't know what it says about me that seeing and hearing about the previous protests meant more to me emotionally than actually going to one. Maybe it's not about me getting something out it.
Saw Ezra play last night to a really strange crowd at the Roxy. The show was good. Claire and I went. I paid $10 for a gin and tonic, and they gave me gin and soda water. WTF?
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