variegated threads

This was the first year I've been able to enjoy all Saturday at HONK! fest, my favorite hometown festival. Too many brass bands to count take over Davis Square and play all day, and make the crowds dance their little feet off. Or at least, they make this bird dance her feet off. I definitely didn't hydrate enough, which is maybe why I was so tired the next day. (The SCUL mission also went late, resulting in mission failure because Pastry Queen did turn into a pumpkin spice latte, and that might have done something.)

I wandered for the first few hours, intermittently stopping at Tashari's fancy dress tea party to talk to friends, eat food, and pet Fergus the corgi, who had a robot costume this year. Nick took a great picture of me, just like he did last year when it was cool enough to be wearing velvet and long sleeves. (Not this year!) Extraordinary Rendition did the best marching band "Toxic" I've ever heard, and all of Boycott's set, when I was on donation-collecting duty, was fabulous.

Antlers got there after work and danced with me to my favorite Somerville band, Emperor Norton's Stationary Marching Band, but then took off to get some rest. I stayed and ate dinner with Thundersnow, who used to live around there before the move to Vermont, and was delighted to find an actual grocery store in Davis. I've only been here two years, three if you count my visits to Somerville when I was dating Raine, and already I can see how much the square is gentrifying. Johnny D's is gone. The Family Dollar is gone. The B in BFresh might as well stand for "Broke," because that's what you're going to be if you just shop there. Where is the middle ground between the wilted vegetables of a convenience store and Whole Paycheck, and where does it fit into the town center?

It was raining when Antlers and I went down to assemble for the parade, and my raincoat soaked through. I'd been hoping to ride DB Cooper, but I forgot to replace a spoke during an MRC period when everything else seemed to be blowing up and my hands were coated with grease, so it wasn't go-fly and I grabbed Centurion. The water stopped falling from the sky before we launched into an hour of riding in circles and collecting epic amounts of high-fives. I'd had to wear something professional-looking to go to work afterwards because the boss scheduled me for emergency coverage, so I was in a funk because I'd picked something all-black under my blue raincoat, so I wouldn't clash. (I'd thought I'd have to wear my raincoat all parade.) Zin everyday can wear all black, but if I'm Tanager, I don't like wearing all black. Antlers lent me his necklace and a scarf, so I felt less like I was dressed for a funeral then, and we were ready to go!

I saw plenty of friends along the parade route and Centurion, it turns out, is the perfect height to high-five kids in motion. 113! The only way it could have been more perfect is if I'd gotten to relax afterwards, but I had to do my relaxing grocery shopping on Monday instead. 

Maybe my post about being sick cursed me because I seem to have picked up a case of the Post Youth Dance Weekend Plague, and now my head is pounding and throat is sore. Time for some Harney & Sons Hot Cinnamon Spice and chicken soup!

It's nice to be here! I'm just another Tumblr exile, looking forward to more journaling and less scrolling.

NAME: Razinthia, or Zin if that's too much of a mouthful.
AGE: 24

INTERESTS & HOBBIES: dancing, folk music, writing, tarot, cycling, reading literary nonfiction, YA, sci-fi or fantasy, video games, making playlists.

LOOKING FOR: People who'll motivate me to write, people who aren't arseholes, people with similar interests to me.

ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm probably the straightest-passing queer polyamorous bird in my town. I'm trying to post an entry every single day in October, and maybe going forward if I can keep it up. I've always been awful at things like that and I'm hoping this (which is easier to access and not as data-sucking on mobile as Tumblr) will help me out!