serendipti's Diaryland Diary

1:29 p.m. - Thursday, Jul. 06, 2006

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4th july, hot young dads, stupid nalayak paris hilton

I am currently quite tired, but this journal thing is a give and take, and whenever I read someone else's journal and am thankful for their words and insight, the little angel voice inside my head says, you must put in to take out....it is a collective.
So here I am.
some observations/thoughts/things that happened over the last couple days:
1. 4th of July, HB-style. My bro had staked out a prime parade route spot with chairs, and then the night before, he, amy and I put up the easy-up tent (coincidentally, it is also so simple to put it down....it is easy-down, if you will) and so the next morning, at 10am, we were ready to go. Rohun friggin LOVED the parade. I felt a little more complicated about my feelings toward it. The show of all things military and the patriotism was a bit much. A snapshot of me at the parade was a float with a band on it, busting out into "sweet Home Alabama,' and me turning to my brother saying, do you know that song is actually a racist anthem against segregation and pro-confederacy and that all these neo-nazis come and fly their confederate flags at Lynyrd Skynyrd concerts and stuff?
Joe The Commie told me so."
I decided to show very vocal and vociferous support for everything remotely related to something I believed in....the bolsa chica wetlands floats passed by: GO ENVIRONMENT! A car passed with a sign indicating the waving man was head of athletic something or other, me: GO PHYSICAL FITNESS! The Tarbell Realtor float passed by...me: GO MILLION DOLLAR HOMES!!!
I went CRAY-ZEE when the democrats came by on their rockin' float....and when I shouted 'i love you'....Congresswoman Loretta Sanchez, who is a Latina woman, democratic congressperson from ORANGE COUNTY ran over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek....prolly because she is not always greeted with a lot of love at these parades....I recall her rollin through a couple years back, and the crowd went silent, so this time, I went beserko when she and the democrats rolled through. (as an aside, the republican float was BORING and the dems had this party float that was reason enough to switch parties, I felt)
There were a lot of guns, and by the time Mandy found us, the parade was almost over, but not before the NRA float rolled passed us. HIghlight of the parade: Mandy, after turning to me and saying, is that a fuckin' NRA float? shouting a very loud and clear "get outta here!" Then someone on the float saying, "who said that?" I almost died.
Our tent was huge, so we invited all these frying-in-the-sun families with little kids into it, and after I intro'd myself, the guy behind me was like, did you take swimming lessons as a kid? I was like, yeah, at Edison....he was all, I am pretty sure I was your teacher becuase I know I had a Dipti, and there weren't a lot of Diptis running around. He was latino, and he told me how they would always give him the kids with the ethnic names, and so he would have the classes with all the non-white kids. I was like, OC sweet OC, I love it.
Then Mandy was my all access pass into the 4th pf July parties peopled by all the white kids from high school that I never hung out with...it was interesting and uncomfortable. SO we rode around on our cruisers, stopping by a few houses, and I saw kids I hadn't seen in 10 years, and it was weird but nice, but some of them only got older and not wiser, I am sad to report.
I made some good middle eastern food that day and at night I hung out with mandy and her friend and we watched the fireworks off the pier, reflected onto the pacific, to be specific...(line from a song)..and it was dazzling. I found myself squealing and clapping my hands inadvertently. All it takes is a sky lit up with fireworks to turn you into a 5 year old. That is the magic of them.
Rohun, my nephew, loved every minute of it. I was sad Amy wasn't there, especially when the Shriners came by in their hats and little scooters and I went CRAZY for them as well, in honor of Amy's Galveston burn rotation, and in honor of the free children's burn hospitals they have. I never knew how cool they were till Amy worked there.
But it was hard to feel good about all the support our soldiers patriotism and see the 18 year olds marching in their uniforms and not want to scream out, get out while you can. And some of the politicians that rolled by were wackety wee wack, and the crowd would erupt in cheers and it was nice to have a fellow smack talker once Mandy got there.
Changing topics: if you are ever down, you should watch a mommy-and-me swim class with the babies. I went and watched Rohun with bhabhi today and it was one of the happiest, most wonderful scenes ever. So much joy and love and curiosity and life, everywhere.
On a side note, there were a couple daddies in the water with their babies, really cute young dads, and their little babies somehow elevated them to totally sexy, and there I was, sitting on the outside of the pool, feeling ashamed and awful about lusting after these hot young dads. I wanted to shoot myself for my awful, home-wreckery impulses, but I was too busy mesmerized by the young babies clutching onto their dad's glistening pecs to go get a shotgun.
Rohun and bhabhs were cute too.
So I have started to like the new Paris Hilton song in spite of myself. And I do spite myself for liking it. It has this sort of ska-80s vibe thing going and it is so damn catchy and I almost feel as bad about liking her song as I do about lusting after young dads. I hate how they can manufacture music and make me like it. I hate it.
I'm outski.

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