My whirlwind weekend is nearly over, so it's time for an account. I'm not using my personal laptop to write this because it's packed for Florida. Oy.
But back to the weekend! First, the date with Comfy Lady was, while not the bacchanal I had hoped for – gosh, maybe I should have told her I was hoping for one* – still pretty great. She cooked dinner for us, and we house-hunted over the internet, watched Janelle Monáe, and cuddled while I unwound. My eyelids stopped twitching while I was over there.
My hair is extra purple. Yeah, Mom hates it, but it's also the same color it was the last time she saw me.
Dinner in Wallingford on Saturday with Much Younger Woman! I got to tell London stories. Happiness.
Caturday at the Mercury, wearing ears borrowed from Comfy Lady. (Aw!) Lots of people were ready to experience "stupid", as organizatrix![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seelenschwester describes it. I got to see leenerella in the wild! Now there's a lady who needed a night out. After one absinthe I assuaged my munchies with a vegan burrito at Lost Lake. Recommended. Caturday is one of my favorite nights, and now Tacoma Girl wants to come along someday because of course she does.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This afternoon was house hunting for the first time since 2000. There was the too-small place in Fremont, the too-popular place in Greenwood, and the too-sketch-grim-and-beat-up place in Licton Springs. It would be nice if the too-popular place in Greenwood fell into my lap, but I shouldn't count on that. This is going to be a process, I'm pretty sure.
Oh yeah: sushi & beer with the coven in Greenwood. I may not be the worst girlfriend in the world, but I need to try harder not to have things in common with certain bad girlfriends.
My alarm is set for 0300. Ungh. The next entry you see should be transmitted over my mom's WiFi.
*Yes, this is kind of a lesbian stereotype. I'm conflicted about fitting it.
But back to the weekend! First, the date with Comfy Lady was, while not the bacchanal I had hoped for – gosh, maybe I should have told her I was hoping for one* – still pretty great. She cooked dinner for us, and we house-hunted over the internet, watched Janelle Monáe, and cuddled while I unwound. My eyelids stopped twitching while I was over there.
My hair is extra purple. Yeah, Mom hates it, but it's also the same color it was the last time she saw me.
Dinner in Wallingford on Saturday with Much Younger Woman! I got to tell London stories. Happiness.
Caturday at the Mercury, wearing ears borrowed from Comfy Lady. (Aw!) Lots of people were ready to experience "stupid", as organizatrix
seelenschwester describes it. I got to see leenerella in the wild! Now there's a lady who needed a night out. After one absinthe I assuaged my munchies with a vegan burrito at Lost Lake. Recommended. Caturday is one of my favorite nights, and now Tacoma Girl wants to come along someday because of course she does.But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This afternoon was house hunting for the first time since 2000. There was the too-small place in Fremont, the too-popular place in Greenwood, and the too-sketch-grim-and-beat-up place in Licton Springs. It would be nice if the too-popular place in Greenwood fell into my lap, but I shouldn't count on that. This is going to be a process, I'm pretty sure.
Oh yeah: sushi & beer with the coven in Greenwood. I may not be the worst girlfriend in the world, but I need to try harder not to have things in common with certain bad girlfriends.
My alarm is set for 0300. Ungh. The next entry you see should be transmitted over my mom's WiFi.
*Yes, this is kind of a lesbian stereotype. I'm conflicted about fitting it.
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