I sent out an email about McDermott endorsing the Cheney thing in Congress, then took a nap. I had replies including one person who replied to his site and when they asked for a topic, she chose "crime."
The nap was so I can go to Iranian Disco, which is a benefit for the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Center. Men will dance with men and women will dance with women and they will all be hot. It's not really a gay bar though. We probably did it that way at one time in our culture, but we didn't have as much oil.
I went to the initial part because a friend was bellydancing there. The Kormeh Sabzi I'd been craving was being served, with shishkabob and my mouth was watering but the line was way too long. I am uploading some photos of dance, New Years table, rugs, art and can't convey the music or motion but I was in heaven. It had been quite awhile before I was immersed in Persian culture so I was very happy.
One of my dashed dreams is to go to Iran, and it was so very much more secular back in the day. In my dream during my nap just now, I suddenly realized that a road I often take in the country actually goes through part of Syria. I was surprised in the dream, but not shocked.