musical theatre

congress is in town today. i got mowed down by a senator and his aides as i trundled down broadway. and let me tell you, when those little asian girls don't want you near their employer, they're much more hardcore than their delicate exteriors would imply! but i digress. yep, congress is in town today, which means that the block where i work is an absolute zoo. the media hyenas are out, and of course the law enforcement staff is fully regimented and all over the place. most of the sidewalks in the area are roped off entirely. the only security measure i've yet to see in place is the sniper brigade. but my guess is that they're hiding somewhere, so as to be more effective. it's not always too cunning to whack someone with a gun on top of a roof. too easy to pick off.

it's a beautiful clear day, not entirely unlike another day i'm sure we can all remember out here in the naked city. here's hoping that we can make it through without a major catastrophe.

but then, how could there be a catastrophe on a day that started like this: as i lumbered down broadway, i heard a cop start to sing that song "sh-boom" (you know--that one from clue, that goes "life could be a dream if i could take you up to paradise up above, if you could tell me i'm the only one that you love, life could be a dream sweetheart...")...and then as i got further along the street, someone else picked up the melody. and then someone else. and it kept getting passed along until i reached exchange place and turned to go to my office. honestly, it was like i'd suddenly gotten trapped in a musical. thoroughly wicked, though thoroughly strange. and nice. after all, nothing irreparable ever happens in the world that busby berkeley built.

and in other news... actually, this isn't other news. but i could use some opinions, here. do i: send a missive to the boy who did my astro chart, saying oh-so-flippantly that perhaps we ought to get together and discuss the stars further? or just kind of steamroll over the whole thing? or do something else entirely?

this has to be handled carefully because i think i actually have a proper emotional stake here and i can't afford a mess.

i'm a hopeless case, here, people. consider this a public forum in which you can give all the advice that your mother warned you not to for safety's sake. go crazy. sign the g-book. drop a note. send an email. unless you're just going to tell me that i'm a pathetic and indecisive psychopath. because, while you'd be right, it's a gorgeous friday and i feel no need to have my parade rained on.