That about sums up my week. I was really busy, surprisingly, with outside events, which is Highly Unusual.
On Thursday evening I was invited to attend the board meeting for the local Cal alumni association. It was great to finally meet a lot of folks I only knew by email and Facebook. One of the topics on the agenda was the increasing involvement of local alumni clubs in the recruitment of out-of-state students, due to the current budget woes. I understand the reasoning, but I also think that the increase of non-CA residents (and the accompanying higher tuition) contradicts the mandate of the University of California. Anyway.
On Friday evening I went to see a performance of The Mountain as part of the Intersections arts festival at the Atlas Performing Arts Center. I'd never been there before, though it's a short walk away - a nice facility with multiple spaces. "The Mountain" is a modern dance piece which did incorporate some traditional Filipino dance elements and refers to Mt. Pinatubo and Smokey Mountain. The choreographer is Fil-Am, and I asked him during the post-performance Q&A if the piece has been performed in the Philippines. Not yet, he said. I think he and I were the only Fil-Ams there.
Afterwards MoBob met me at Souk, a new Moroccan-Lebanese restaurant on H Street. The service was a little uneven, but I easily forgave the Moroccan bus boy who told MB that he'd just arrived two months ago. The food was fine, but the actual space is small, and the Moroccan couches were somehow very high, instead of low to the ground as traditional. A nice ambience though.
I went to a nice and mellow birthday celebration for a friend at the Teaism in Penn Quarter which was equally packed with baby showers and other birthdays on Saturday afternoon. I realized afterwards how rare it is to see friends from church outside of church, and for some friends, without kids. But of course we talked about church, including whether or not to wear pants to services.
I'd arrived early before our Teaism party so I visited the Naval Heritage Center. It's a nice little (basement) museum directly next to the Navy Memorial. It's really too bad that people mainly know the Navy Memorial for the Metro station, because it is a nice space, and I enjoyed perusing the exhibits in the museum, which concentrated mainly on Navy engineering units.
I went straight from Penn Quarter to U. Street, where I met MB in front of the Lincoln Theater. We were there to watch Marching Band which was the draw to attract volunteers for a number of service agencies. "Marching Band" the movie is about the 2008 presidential elections in the state of Virginia as seen by members of the marching bands at the University of Virginia and Virginia State University. Surprisingly the documentary is French, and the French Ambassador attended the screening, as did the producer and one of the directors. I thought it was a good choice to show UVA and VSU, and the differences in resources were very evident. I wish there was more background info, as I'm sure a lot of people aren't familiar with VSU and other historically black colleges. I also wish there was more time spent with some of the really compelling characters, such as the student who returned to VSU at the age of 30. Afterwards we went to Ben's Chili Bowl next door, which, at around 8pm, was totally crazy. Our tradition was to share a chili dog and an order of chili cheese fries - if we'd each had the same meal, gastro-ugliness would ensue.
Today I skipped church to attend the board meeting of the returned Peace Corps/Philippines volunteers group. (I know I sound super-civic, but I'm not.) We were talking about the upcoming newsletter and PC's 50th anniversary, and I said I'd write up something about my grandmother's relationship with the PCVs who served in our town. I'll post it here too.
Now off to watch Canada pummel the U.S. in hockey.
“I notice you’ve been wearing… trousers… to church.”
Oh. My. God.
Is this seriously the sorts of things Mormons concern themselves with? Judging from the commentary, I'm guessing "yes." Good grief. Do they really think God cares about fashion?
I remember being lectured by my mother about going *barefoot* to church (but, hey, at least I was wearing long skirts -- it was during my hippie phase). If I'd been made to wear skirts all the time, I'd have simply quit going, which would have led to some seriously acrimonious feuds between Mom, Dad, and me.
Analogously to my current life, there are night clubs and restaurants I won't go to because they have dress codes. I refuse to let anyone tell me how to dress. I dress respectfully and appropriately for the venue I'm attending and the activity I'm participating in, whether it be work, a fancy dance club, or a grilled cheese festival.
Edited at 2010-02-22 05:21 pm (UTC)