Mainly because I couldn't convince myself that another option would be better, I spent New Year's Eve at the Mercury. Watched people, especially of course including dolled-up women. Chairdanced to ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seelenschwester. Much chat with EK.
Shallow fashion details: Because it was below freezing, I wore the outfit I call Acres of Dead Cow: black leather corset from Dark Garden, black leather pencil skirt & opera gloves, Fluevog Truth Melanie boots kept over the knee with a pair of black velvet ribbons.
After freezing my butt off waiting for the bus couple of weekends ago, I tried Lyft. I froze my butt off for even longer; my request for a ride timed out three times, and that took about fifteen minutes apiece. Their map showed cars way the hell out in the suburbs consistently, but intermittently on Capitol Hill where I was. I suspect that either a) demand just outstripped supply, b) I got gamed, or c) their incentives were skewed against rides like mine. I got tired of numb toes despite double thick socks, went back into the Merc, and only then successfully hailed a car. I turns out that I could have taken the train, and you bet I will next New Year's.
I think I got enough sleep? There was early morning progesterone involved to help me sleep. I didn't make it to the annual day rave at the Monkey Loft until about 1430. I was, sadly, alone because Funny Lady's husband came down with what they hoped was a cold, but. I'm glad I went, though: even in the near-freezing temperatures in the afternoon, the wardrobe game was strong. I had the tonkatsu ramen special at the sushi joint on the ground floor, a popular choice yesterday. Right next to the sushi joint is the best of the Monkey Loft's three sound systems and usually the best DJs, so booty-shaking ensued. I got my dirty old woman on in a big way. Seen:
Said Comfy Lady about the above, "We have earned the right to respectfully ogle the young." There are many reasons why she & I get along like a house afire.
I crashed early last night, and needless to say didn't start writing this until today. Success.
seelenschwester. Much chat with EK.Shallow fashion details: Because it was below freezing, I wore the outfit I call Acres of Dead Cow: black leather corset from Dark Garden, black leather pencil skirt & opera gloves, Fluevog Truth Melanie boots kept over the knee with a pair of black velvet ribbons.
After freezing my butt off waiting for the bus couple of weekends ago, I tried Lyft. I froze my butt off for even longer; my request for a ride timed out three times, and that took about fifteen minutes apiece. Their map showed cars way the hell out in the suburbs consistently, but intermittently on Capitol Hill where I was. I suspect that either a) demand just outstripped supply, b) I got gamed, or c) their incentives were skewed against rides like mine. I got tired of numb toes despite double thick socks, went back into the Merc, and only then successfully hailed a car. I turns out that I could have taken the train, and you bet I will next New Year's.
I think I got enough sleep? There was early morning progesterone involved to help me sleep. I didn't make it to the annual day rave at the Monkey Loft until about 1430. I was, sadly, alone because Funny Lady's husband came down with what they hoped was a cold, but. I'm glad I went, though: even in the near-freezing temperatures in the afternoon, the wardrobe game was strong. I had the tonkatsu ramen special at the sushi joint on the ground floor, a popular choice yesterday. Right next to the sushi joint is the best of the Monkey Loft's three sound systems and usually the best DJs, so booty-shaking ensued. I got my dirty old woman on in a big way. Seen:
- A young woman with a wavy blonde mane, cute but not that remarkable except for her shirt, which had a graphic of a cracking egg in Pride colors. I threw the heart hands. Who me? Bat my eyes at a woman my son's age? You know I did. She was with a group of five or six, all AFABs and one or two looking Kind Of Gay.
- The young Asian woman in a fuchsia slip with what struck me as excellent stripper moves.
- The woman in unrevealing but still pretty fly head-to-toe sparkly gear who at one point went step for step with the girl in the slip. A stealth stripper?
- The lovely blonde in the velvet stockings held up by garters, apparently a friend of Slip Girl, wearing heels too high for dancing too hard that made her tall enough to snog a tall fella on the dance floor. Can't win 'em all.
- People playing with a mannequin arm. Uh, wut?
Said Comfy Lady about the above, "We have earned the right to respectfully ogle the young." There are many reasons why she & I get along like a house afire.
I crashed early last night, and needless to say didn't start writing this until today. Success.
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Date: 2022-01-02 04:05 pm (UTC)From:Love it! Even if as a cis man, it will never be cool for me to do.
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Date: 2022-01-02 08:09 pm (UTC)From:Can't have too much dead cow. Either to wear or to eat.