While I was giving a "professional scientific talk" earlier this evening, the first of many over my (hack) graduate career, Zach sent me a text message from the state capitol building. Luckily, the mobile phone in my pocket was set on "silent" mode:
"DP is in the next batch of bills"
A short time later, when I was receiving constructive criticism of my talk from my peers, another one:
"DP vote"
I got home just as the news was breaking: now both houses of the Washington State Legislature have passed a basic domestic partnerships bill. It will soon be off to Governor Gregoire's desk for her signature.
For an issue I've openly advocated, in my own way, I suddenly found myself all dressed up with no place to go. Positively giddy with excitement, I smiled and skipped around the apartment, full of regret that I couldn't tackle Zach in a warm embrace or call up buddies and slide off to a local pub for alcohol-drenched celebration. I tried to hug the cat, but she burst out an asthma attack that frankly ruined the mood.
So instead, I found myself jogging, in the rain, along the Wallingford-Fremont border, singing the State Legislature's praises (or at least 63 of them). Before I go too wet, however, I stumbled on just the place for the James-shaped sack of positive energy running along Stone Way: the Rowdy Cowgirl BBQ.
While my boyfriend and his co-workers celebrated in Olympia, I sat my wet form at a table and tucked into a pulled pork sandwich, grinning ear-to-ear.
It's a good day.
Posted by James at April 10, 2007 07:41 PM