oh, well now, that last part wasn't so bad so i'll stop complainin'!

can i say i am a real lesbian if i've only seen the singers of the lesbian national anthem closer to fine only twice? i saw them last night and at the lilith fair way back when i was still married to the man. really, i don't even think i can count the latter although i went with a woman i worked with whom i had a seizing crush on and it thrilled me to no end that she wrapped her straight arm around my straight waist and we swayed to the sweet sweet harmonizing of "who is this again?, oh yeh the indigo girls!" what can i say, i was a late bloomer.

i was worried i would get frisked at the door of the moon last night due to the shooting that had just happened the previous night at the pj uncle ditty(or something like that) show so i left my gun AND my camera in the damn car and i was so disappointed that i couldn't take some snap shots. during my regular ballad escape to the long line at the john, my chivalrous companion sprinted to the car and returned panting, sweating, heart pounding (raaawwr) and point-n-shoot in hand!(not the gun, the camera) how sweet is that? she's totally gettin' some!

here are a few of my photo attempts...