Buzz and Aunt Sal treated me to a great event tonight: A Taste of Oakland, the kick-off fundraiser for the Democratic county commissioners' race. A handful of great restaurants had booths set up, including my favorite Indian restaurant, Rangoli. I got to meet some nice people, and was particularly impressed by the chair of the Oakland County Dem Party, a 26-year-old named Mike. (I had made a previous connection to Mike a few months back through an old friend. Tonight, I asked Mike how he knew my friend, and he said something along the lines of "Well, I was a young, attractive, gay bagger at Kroger, and he would come by, and we'd smile or wink or whatever. And then we saw each other out on the town, and we became friends!" Love it.)
Earlier in the evening, a classic DKM moment occurred. I was wearing a cocktail dress and fairly lofty heels, and walked out of the house when Sal and Buzz pulled up in the driveway. I thought I was stepping carefully around the slippery parts of the driveway when I started sliding a little, and then before I knew it, I was flat on my back with my heels in the air! Incidentally, our neighbor across the street lost his wife early this morning-- I hope Mr. Harris saw me fall because maybe he could've had a little laugh on an otherwise awful day. I am anticipating wicked soreness tomorrow.
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