Punks Sharing Iftar
Hubs and I went to our first punk show together last night. I told him he should feel honored; his first show and getting to see one of the legends of punk music (Jello Biafra of the Dead Kennedys) all in one night.
Since I just moved here, I had no idea of the “scene,” but everyone seemed nice. Being an all-ages venue, there were middle-aged people and very young kids there. We didn’t get injured in any of the moshing that we were only a few layers removed from. Maybe a little squished, but no harm done. We jumped, screamed, sang along and had an awesome time…
And I saw Jello Biafra. Face to face. Outside the venue. He walked past me and looked into my eyes.
And tonight, we are “sharing” an iftar (breaking of the fast) with one of hubby’s friends from work and his wife. I’m making two Pakistani/Indian dishes, Bhindi Masala (okra in spicy tomato sauce) and Murgh Cholay (chicken with chickpeas) Well, hubby is in charge of the chicken…
Yesterday was apparently “Blog Quake Day” — I’m kind of feeling weird about it. I don’t feel “right” talking about charity. But I feel like this “meme” is forcing people to talk about what they are (or aren’t) giving and doing. If someone doesn’t go along with the movement, are they seen as stingy? I am not sure about the purpose of it, really. Maybe someone can help me?





