In Which It Is Proven, For the Millionth Time, That Everyone Knows Mindy

In addition to being the 4th of July, this weekend was also Atlanta Pride.

Being 7 months pregnant, in Atlanta, and parenting a very routine-driven toddler, means that we don’t do a whole lot of Pride Celebration Activities. But our church had a booth, and it was indoors, so I volunteered to do a shift.

While I had lots of interesting conversations with other volunteers, both at our booth and at other booths, I only had one conversation with a random Pride-goer. (Well, a couple.)

It went like this:

Two guys pause in front of our booth. They aren’t really looking at the booth, but they’re there. One is wearing an American University t-shirt.

Liza: Hello! Did you go to AU?

Guy: Uh. Hi. Yes, yes I did.

Liza: Do you know Mindy? She used to run LGBT student services there?

Guy: Mindy. Mindy? Mindy…did she have a big annual Halloween party? What was that called…the Fetish Party?

After I quit laughing enough to agree, and to give AU t-shirt guy a short history of the origins of the Fetish Party — it actually began in Madison, when Melissa and I were housemates — we had a pleasant chat.

He, Jamie, was surprised to hear that the Fetish Party was no longer, but since the family is now both living abroad and parenting a toddler, agreed that it makes sense. (I don’t know this for sure, but I suspect it may be living on in Washington State, with yet another former Melissa housemate.)

Oddly enough, or perhaps not really, in my 3 hours at the festival, I ran into only one person I knew. This parenthood thing really has us not spending so much time out in the community. And most of the other LGBT people we know are also parents — who sanely did not take their toddlers and infants out in a thunderstorm to go to Pride.

Still, I had fun. I got a referral for a new adoption lawyer, and had a nice chat with another lawyer about getting a referral. And Jill and Noah had a nice, dry, quiet afternoon at home. They cooked peas and broccoli, and they made collages of car pictures.

I hope your weekend was equally nice and fun, and that if you have kids, they weren’t too scared of the fireworks.

One Response to “ In Which It Is Proven, For the Millionth Time, That Everyone Knows Mindy ”

Comments:

Monica says:
July 8th, 2008 at 1:56 pm

Hi Liza. I think that the book you got sounds very interesting. I’ll be curious to hear if you think it helps with Noah. Sounds like he’s full of vim and vigor (or was it vinegar?;-)as my mom used to say.

Danny just turned one and we’re seeing some of this stuff on a much smaller scale. Like this morning he continued to bang whatever he had in his hands (toys, lint brush eg) onto the coffee table no matter how many times we told him to stop or tried to redirect him. The more we said no, the more he smiled and continued with gusto. I think the book jacket said that sometimes silence can be better than words. That could well be.

Anyway, hope all is going well with your pregnancy and if you guys come up to visit S&A&A again, maybe we’ll catch up. Have a great day! -Monica