Last year, I felt as if I had truly missed out on something when I chose not to take part alongside 2,000 people in Victoria and millions around the world in a groundbreaking Women’s March. Tomorrow, there’s a good chance I’ll at least see one, as we take a trip south of the border in search of laughter.
 
Rob and I were watching Late Night with Seth Meyers last week and one of our favourite comedians was on. If you’ve not heard of Lewis Black, he’s kind of a tough act to describe: fist shaking, finger pointing and voice raised, he’s the personification of “mad as hell and not going to take it anymore.” We first became fans when he’d appear on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart in a segment called Back in Black. If you have kids and saw the wonderful movie Inside Out, Lewis Black was the voice of the emotion anger.
 
Luckily, because we caught him on Meyers’ show, we learned that Black is bringing his “The Rant is Due” act to Seattle this weekend. We decided “why not?” and managed to buy tickets for Sunday. So we’ll fly out today after the show, stay two nights and fly home after the performance. Just as we did in Chicago a few years back, we’ll take our carry-on to the theatre, leave it with coat check and then hop a cab or even get on the train to the airport Sunday night. Fingers crossed!
 
I love that downtown train thing, especially the price: $2.50. When my pal Lisa and I went to Seattle last spring, we flew to SeaTac, caught the train and then walked to our hotel. So civilized! I’ve been back to Seattle since to enjoy that Blue Jays series, but we were driving then. This will be better by far. And Rob and I will spend the weekend exploring Seattle on foot and maybe even taking part in that march. It would be a first in my lifetime, but if not now, when? 
 
There’s a very good chance that although there will be a journal here Monday, there won’t be an audio version. It won’t be because I’ll have blown out my voice yelling or chanting or even cheering for Mr. Black, but simply because we’ll be getting home in the wee hours of Monday and I won’t have a chance to record one. I know Caru, the audio journal sponsor, will understand and hope you will, too.
 
In the meantime, have a great weekend – I know we will – and I’ll have lots of stories (good ones, I hope) and photos to share with you next week. Thank you for coming by.