Today was a fucking BLAST.
Woke up early and went with the Bass to the Fullerton Arboretum, then went to Freesoul for waffles (it was her first time having the waffles there!). Then we went from sewing shop to sewing shop and found an epic place in Costa Mesa called Piecemasters Country Club that does felting, doll making, quilting and other forms of sewing and fibers crafts.
Then I bounced to the Vegan Faire at like 2:30pm and met up with Scott and Olivia and ate Healthy Junk and free samples and walked around and saw all of the things. Ran into old activist buddies, talked to new ones, had shenanigans, took raunchy pictures, told some guy at a booth that he shouldn't keep goldfish in a tiny bowl and vented about carnism.
Then at 6pm we went to the protest. The cops were actually really nice to us (surprisingly) and we got to chant and everything and no one gave us flack. Well of course there were assholes but what can you do? There were lots of voices and young people and it was a good turn out. One cop even tried to offer me a cough drop but I turned it down bc Idk if it had honey in it.
Ugh I just wish this was my life. I need to do this more often. I need to keep hanging out with other vegans and social justice folk. It gets so tiring to have to deal with people not into that stuff. It's so refreshing and recharging to be with people who have similar ideals. And it's just fun as fuck.
Also on a plus side there wasn't a big turn-out at the circus. I REALLY hope things keep going downhill for them, despite some nasty jeers we got tonight.