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I am hereby never allowed to travel without a camera, ever again.  This is the second time I’ve been in Sacramento where the Governator has unexpectedly shown up, when I didn’t have a proper camera.  And the second time I couldn’t record the amazing events happening ’round me.   Last time it was for Katrina disaster relief Red Cross training, this time for the California Arts Council conference/CA arts advocacy day but STILL.  Really.  I am a bad historian.  And I need to prove to my friends just how short our Governator is.  They don’t believe me.

However, I am wonderful at trivia, which all of my colleagues and bar mates can attest to at the Pyramid Ale House this eve.  I am the girl who will win pitchers of beer, based on my knowledge of movie musicals and geography.  I will lose, however, when it comes to American rugby teams, cuz really.  How can I know that?
But what the world is screaming to me is this: he exists.  Even if he isn’t the wonderful lad next to me at trivia, he exists.  Even if he isn’t the lad in my dreams, he exists.  Even if he isn’t who I want him to be, he exists.  So relax already.  He’s out there; just give in.  I really feel like I just need to relax, let go, have faith.  Because the world is showing me he’s out there; I just have to start breathing about the whole thing, and then, he’ll show up.  So, I’ll try.
In the meantime, I’ll harass my elected officials about arts funding.  A girl’s gotta have focus on something, for ye god’s sake.
Holiday Inn Express, Sacramento?  Avoid it.  Just an FYI.