Monday, April 26, 2004

So Bridget and I got wicked tore-up drunk Saturday night at Bridget's birthday party. And because of this drunkenness, we both missed the March for Women's Lives in DC on Sunday, and I'm ashamed. The pictures I've seen and the articles I've read this morning are making my heart soar. 500,000 people marched, and many of them came all the way across the country to be there. Meanwhile we were an hour's drive away, but we were too busy sleeping and then clutching our heads and moaning and watching the Punk'd marathon and then finally making it out of the house in the evening to see Kill Bill with a Vengeance (good movie!). We weren't at the march, and we should've been there.

In unrelated news, The Pretty Toney Album gets better every time I hear it.