Missed it Again (and more non sequiturs)

Last weekend I missed not only Capital Pride, but HonFest in Baltimore. For those of y’all not familiar with this veritable pilgrimage of tacky debauchery, it is a festival where a bunch of ladies (and gents) with penchants for beehive wigs, cat eye glasses, and too tight leopard print converge for a party in the rapidly gentrifying “Bawlmer” neighborhood of Hampden. Those lucky few of you who know me are probably thinking “oh my goodness, that sounds like Nellie’s idea of heaven.”

Well, I was off in the wilds of “Murrlin” on the annual neighborhood camping trip.  A few dear friends and I were off cavorting in a lake, eating junk food, staying up, having impromptu dance parties, and applying temporary tattoos. It was funner’n'hell. You’ll be happy to know I brought my glitter leopard print cat eyes anyway.

And to continue the tradition of sounding like a crotchety old columnist for the Onion…

I was watching Pulp Fiction today as while working on a mailing for NARAL. In the scene where Vincent and Mia are at Jackrabbit Slim’s, Mia orders a “5 Dollar Milkshake”. Of course, Vincent, as portrayed by John “Revolting” Travolta, bitches about the cost. This was, of course, in 1995 before it was terribly obvious that the world was going to hell by way of skyrocketing food prices. These days, it’s not unusual to pay more than $5 for a drink. Jesus H. Christ, milkshakes are more than $6 at Ben and Jerry’s. For less than that, you can get a pint at Seven Eleven.  Of ice cream, kiddies, a pint of ice cream.

In conclusion, Dusty Springfield is an excellent artist.