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29 April 2009 @ 10:23 pm
This evening, I went to the always-fun NARAL Chocolate Madness fundraiser with dancingwolfgrrl, dbang, and contessagrrl. Normally, what would ensue would be a description of all the awesome desserts, but I'm feeling lazy. There was a lot of chocolate, and it was fun. Favorites: Athan's chocolate baklava (an old favorite), Zon's chocolate peanut butter torte with goat cheese caramel, olive oil and sea salt (OMG), and the chocolate ice cream with chocolate grue (?), toasted almonds and smoked salt (from where? I don't remember, but MMM!)

Beforehand, though, contessagrrl and I had a little picnic outside the Cyclorama, and it was delicious. I bought a bottle of prosecco for us to drink with our picnic, and we drank it right out of the bottle, right there on the bench on the sidewalk, even though it's totally against the law.

When I was little, my family joked that I was going to grow up to be a cop because I cared so much about rules and following them, so it actually feels like a great achievement to me that I take such relish in breaking rules now. Especially because I still care a lot about getting caught.

Words cannot express how much I hate getting caught breaking rules. I hate it and I don't want it. But I also don't want not to drink wine with a friend with our picnic because someone thinks it's going to disturb the peace or something. I don't want to follow rules that don't make sense to me, and I don't want others to, either (though I know that anarchy is also not the solution.)

(And I joked but also really wanted to acknowledge that part of what made that possible was some serious middle class white privilege, which meant that even IF a cop came and hassled us for having an open container, the likely worst case scenario is that he'd take away our bubbly wine.)

Still, I'm proud of myself every time I break a stupid rule, even if I am still nervous that someone in an authority role is going to come yell at me.
I'm feeling: sleepysleepy
lazyzlazyz on April 30th, 2009 04:40 am (UTC)
We're proud of you, too.
ps That's why god created brown paper bags
pps chocolate baklava?!!??
ruthless compassion: tastyaroraborealis on April 30th, 2009 12:25 pm (UTC)
We kept the bottle in my backpack and just took it out to take sips!

Chocolate baklava: rolled baklava with a cylinder of chocolate in the center. Yummy!
Doug Orleansdougo on May 1st, 2009 02:12 am (UTC)
I always get baklava and balaclava mixed up. A chocolate balaclava would rule, though.
Stunt Double for the Patriarchystarphire on April 30th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Your little act of defiance would have been oh-so-much funnier (and bolder, I suppose) several years ago, when Boston Police Headquarters was still right around the corner from there and there were police cruisers parked up and down the block at all times. I think it's been turned into condos or a hotel or something now.
ruthless compassion: martini handsaroraborealis on April 30th, 2009 12:26 pm (UTC)
I don't need it to be bolder; simply doing it is the hurdle that's most interesting for me.

As it was, there was a cop at the event who, for a portion of our picnic, was out on the sidewalk talking on his cell phone.
crouchback on April 30th, 2009 10:19 am (UTC)
I have similar issues with rules-it annoys me when people make rules that are unenforced or unenforceable, and I take positive glee in breaking some of those.

I firmly believe that one of the problems with American society is the forest of unenforced and unenforceable rules, since pretty much everyone breaks one of them. This puts us in the situation where we are all criminals, and undercuts the respect people should have for the law in general.

Did you read this series? I think you'd find it interesting.
ruthless compassion: martini handsaroraborealis on April 30th, 2009 12:27 pm (UTC)
I read the first of that series and then forgot to go back and read the rest. Thanks!
crouchback on April 30th, 2009 10:55 pm (UTC)
You're welcome!
T Streichsweetbaboo on April 30th, 2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
"...so it actually feels like a great achievement to me that I take such relish in breaking rules now"

This is terribly common among people who actually dobecome cops, as it happens. Being more concerned about other people following the rules looks like a stronger predicator for wanting to be a cop, in practice.

Still, civil disobedience! Yeah!
whynotkaywhynotkay on April 30th, 2009 03:56 pm (UTC)
"Zon's chocolate peanut butter torte with goat cheese caramel, olive oil and sea salt"

That sounds ridiculously decadent, and amazingly delicious. Yum!
whynotkaywhynotkay on April 30th, 2009 04:10 pm (UTC)
As far as breaking rules, I am a bit weird and inconsistent.

For laws that I don't believe in but think I can get away with (speed limits, no left turns), I break them. For laws (or rules) that I am annoyed by but follow because I think I have to, I get annoyed when other people break them (not because they shouldn't be breaking them, but (and this is a recent revelation) because they are breaking them and I want to but am not. As I manage to transform something from the second category to the first, I will be breaking it with glee (mixed with a touch of really being scared of getting caught).
drwexdrwex on April 30th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
*leaves a pebble*
uberjay on May 4th, 2009 09:33 pm (UTC)
Yeah... you do seem to enjoy breaking the rules. :)