weekend: good and bad
Friday night Kevin had invited me out to see The Residents. I had never heard of them, and vaguely remembered a punk band by the same name, but he said they were cool artsy and put on a good show. He told me about them and got me all excited about this show months ago. Not so much. We were both falling asleep during the show. It was apparently the premier of this new show they were doing, but it was pretty awful. The stage looked like typical buringman camps, minus the dust. The show was a guy that was supposed to be a crazy grizzled old man jumping around stage, first wearing a blanket and then wearing a bunny suit, having some sort of psychotic episode. I think we all figured out that he killed his brother after the first two or three songs. It wasn't particularly innovative or creative, as I had been lead to believe The Residents would be. It was worse and less creative than anything at buriningman, and I've really come to hate burngingman. And one of the The Residents is a chick. I swear. Kevin thinks so too and he's seen them more than once! I don't know how people can miss these things. Also, when they did their encore, the four "men" on stage were different from the four "men" that performed the show. The one that I suspected to be a woman was replaced by someone who was certainly not a woman. I can see their gimmick and how it would be amusing and could lend itself to more interesting things. This show, however, and boring. We both were falling asleep. I could have been a million other places on Friday night!!!

Saturday was Carrie and Claudia's wedding and it was gorgeous. I have never liked weddings, or birthdays for that matter. I was a feminist pretty early on in my life, and all the weddings I saw were horrible regurgitation of irrelevant traditions and patriarchal nonsense. Also, all the couples I saw married were divorced pretty quickly. Like within 1-3 years. I always had a horrible time at weddings because it was disappointing on a number of levels. I really came to loathe weddings and I swore that I would never be married. This wedding changed all that. First of all, it is amazing and wonderful to see a same sex couple that have been together for nine years finally be able to marry like any straight couple who met two days ago in Vegas. Their minister was awesome and I need to get a copy of the ceremony because it was all about not making marriage about ownership and possession. The part about how she did not have the authority to sanctify the marriage because only the couple themselves can do that in their hearts was particularly beautiful. And it was a great party. Everything was so beautiful and simple. No need to be a bridezilla and have a pretty pretty princess wedding that costs more than a house when something so simple can be more meaningful and moving. I want to have a big fancy party for myself. Who knows when I'll have the money or occasion to do something like that. I've already finished college, and refused a party for that. I'm not likely to ever marry. Maybe I'll just throw myself a big birthday party or something like that. For a moment I thought about doing a big Halloween party in my new place, but I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I'll do a big Christmas party instead I think. Maybe do a combination birthday and Christmas party.