I took a night off from the debauchery last night to attend my neighborhood association meeting.  While I don’t do a whole heckuva lot for my community other than 1. being an active member of the anti-graffiti team; and 2. generally being a law-abiding citizen, I do feel that I contribute just by attending the meetings and voting on the things that come up.  You’re only eligible to vote if you attend on a semi-regular basis, which is good considering the way in which some people would vote if all they had to do was show up once.  Last month there was quite an important project to vote on and fortunately the people who showed up just to skew the vote one way or another were ineligible.  At any rate, it’s a civic duty and a privilege of our community to be able to influence one’s neighborhood, and I take that seriously.  Thus, it’s not too much of a hardship to put other things on hold for two hours a month.

Plus I needed one night off from going out to eat.  Just ONE night, though.  When I got home from my meeting, however, I had to fend off Dice’s rock-solid argument of “C’MON!” when I rejected his proposal to go to the Glenwood.  But it was 9:30 and all I wanted to do was eat my sugar-free chocolate pudding cup, watch Without a Trace (yes, we still watch that) and go to bed with my book.  Which is exactly what I did.