Ghost

This is going to be short and sweet (I hope).

Friday we moved into our new house (the first home we have ever owned) and are still without Internet and the 3G coverage here sucks….hence, me being short.

The sweet part…last night my husband and I went to see the Indigo Girls at a concert on the lawn at the Oregon Zoo. It was the ideal evening for an outdoor event like that one. Perfect temperature, perfect sunset, perfect setting. Too often our date nights involve dinner, maybe a movie, and sometimes shopping at Target, Costco or Home Depot. So it was super nice to be out doing something so unique. But the part that stood out the most for me was the fact that pretty much every kind of family was there.

Of course the place was jam packed with lesbians, but there were lots of gay men too. There were straight people thrown in, and about 1/3 of the people there brought their kids with them. There were babies and toddlers, young children and teenagers. There were extended families and families of friends. There were white people and black people and brown people. There were Asian folks and Indian folks and just about every other kind of folks you can imagine. There were interracial couples and lots of adopted children. There were elderly people (some smoking bongs – Ha!) and disabled people and heavily tattooed people and people with crazy piercings. There was just about every sort of diversity you could imagine and…the best part? No one seemed to care.

The Indigo Girls played a song for us that one of them wrote about her neighbor in Georgia and, before they sang it, she said something like “This song is about my neighbor, John, who proves that no matter how different we may seem on the outside, we are all so eerily the same on the inside.” I think everyone who is somehow still homophobic should go to an Indigo Girls concert and see that all different kinds of families exist and they all love each other and that there really isn’t any difference between us.

Anyway, it was awesome. And they sang “Ghost” which is probably my all time favorite song, and that song just so happens to have kept me alive in 2002, and so I feel like I somehow owe them my life.

Til next week…

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