Well, summer finally reached Oakland. Not in temperature, but in humidity:
Um, WHAT? 88%? Where am I, Florida? This kinda blows. I was sweating inside my apartment today while working. I felt pretty lethargic, so I was grateful to get outside afterwards and go to a friend’s place, (who I hadn’t seen since the pandemic), where we danced at her new house’s backyard. In the fresh air, under lights. Swing dancing 101. Well, it was sort of swing dancing- it’s a routine we used to do at the Berkeley YMCA in my hip hop class. That’s right. My hip hop teacher would sneak in swing lessons during hip hop class.
The funniest thing about tonight was that the house we were dancing at- I’ve been there before, back in 1998 for an Oscar party. I knew someone else who used to live there. It’s weird when houses swap families and memories.
And after we danced, we ate cake. Homemade cake.
Wednesday, August 3, 2022:
Theresa Donahoe 