A Miracle and a Sexy Party

As turned the corner of 5th street I expected to see a nice little pink ticket that read, "pay us money, or some guys with guns will break into your house, kidnap you, and take you to cold place with crappy lighting (I think the actual pink piece of paper claims that it has "warrent" to "arrest" you). Anyhow, there was no pick piece of paper... there was something worse. In my rush to get to the awards, I left my lights on -- for three and a half hours. This was bad: Jumping a car, when you are boxed in on both sides on both sides, on one of Austin's busiest streets is not an agreeable situtation. Though my lights were still shinning, my car, obvious, refused to start.

 This was bad, for I had just told my date to meet me at spider house before we went to the party. Making matters worse, I had no phone, and for some reason pay phones are in short suppy in that section of town. After about 30 mins, I finally let her know whats up, and told her that "I'd figure something out". I came back to my car, and asked for a miracle. As ridicolous as it felt, I decided I'd give starting the car another go. It sputtered, and refused to start. Then, I thought to myself, "I wonder if Heaven has given Dewey any miracle granting priveledges." I tried again, and it started. Thanks you for the favor friend, I owe you one.

I'm now sitting at Spider house waiting for my date, Ms. Kelly. She just recently got her ticket out of service work by scoring an 169 (that is top 3 percent, if I recall) on her LSAT. She plans on attending Berkley Law School, and studying enviromental law. Though she is by no means a geek, she is -- above all else -- a passionate activist who wants to dedicate her life to protecting the planet that allows our little species to survive. So, I figured she might enjoy meeting the high profile progressive activists and lawyers that will be attending the EFF/Creative Commons party. The two of us are at the tail end of our fellowships at the Austin Institute of Stoned Slackerdom and the Service Work Arts. Thus, beyond the great company we'll find at this party, it should be a great opprotunity to network. Perhaps we'll even get accepted as fellows at the Institute of Self-Actualization, eventually.