I went downtown this afternoon, and after hitting three ATMs to get some money -- the first was apparently stuck and endlessly beeping, and the second had a non-functioning touch screen, but the third one
I made a $10 donation plus two cans of Progresso -- the money and food go to support the Oregon Food Bank -- and proceeded to groove. The music made me smile. The eggplant pita made my stomach smile (erm, uh, so to speak). The March 4th Marching Band made my, well, um, arms and legs smi...OK, let's stop extending that metaphor. The March 4th Marching Band made me dance. It made many others dance. I have photographic proof waiting on the one-use camera I brought with me. Oh, and that one dancer? The one in the Union Jack shirt? I think i'm in love. ;-) I wonder if she's a belly dancer as well as a March 4th dancer...
Now I go to bed. I'm actually not in the mood for fireworks -- they might seem a little paltry after the lightning storm I saw last night -- so let's see if I can sleep through them.
