Friday evening: Funny Lady's nearly last minute birthday party. Thanks to good transit mojo, I got there early and thereby got drafted to help set up. It was all perfectly lovely, with way to much Middle Eastern food in FL's back yard. We got checked out by a raccoon family. But the highlight? A gorgeous, charming woman, A, who I gather is a former co-worker of Funny Lady's. Is she queer? I think so, having said when shown a picture of ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cupcake_goth, "I'd hit that." Hey, FL is the nucleus of a large social group of bisexual women. But is A available? Wayell, she was all over a dude. At least she doesn't seem to have terrible taste in men. Le sigh.
Speaking ofcupcake_goth, I spent much of yesterday on a mission of mercy: taking a carload of her books to a used bookstore, selling them, and then bringing back the proceeds. You see, she and her hubby are moving soon – much further away from me, dammit – and have an incredible amount of stuff to get sorted and packed. It isn't exactly helpful that they both have bad backs. If they were to set all their stuff on fire and elope somewhere*, I can't say I'd blame them. So a little trip up Seattle's ugliest street seemed like the least I could do. The bookstore found her books, which they thought were mine, "interesting stuff". Plus, I got to spend some time with my son at either end of the trip; he uses my car to commute.
Slept the sleep of the just. Now: time to get ready for that wine tasting with the Purdy Persian. Then dinner with Comfy Lady, wherein I shall return her cookie tin.
Oh, from the Dept. of Disturbing: As I transferred from the bus to the train yesterday morning, some dude in front of me punched a sandwich board and knocked it over. I think it was the sandwich board for the new age store on 45th. 'Good thing he's in front of me,' I thought. He took the elevator down to the platform at U District station; I took the escalator. I got curious and walked up and down the platform to find the guy. Eventually I did, at one end, looking almost as if he was hiding from everyone else, wearing a baseball hat, backwards, with one of those Punisher-cum-US-flag graphics. Filed under D for "possibly dangerous mentally ill individual, with some apparent self-awareness". And I seem to have been the only person out of the dozens in the station who noticed.
*Can you elope with someone you're already married to? And they couldn't elope anywhere sunnier than Seattle, which rules out most of this planet.
cupcake_goth, "I'd hit that." Hey, FL is the nucleus of a large social group of bisexual women. But is A available? Wayell, she was all over a dude. At least she doesn't seem to have terrible taste in men. Le sigh.Speaking of
cupcake_goth, I spent much of yesterday on a mission of mercy: taking a carload of her books to a used bookstore, selling them, and then bringing back the proceeds. You see, she and her hubby are moving soon – much further away from me, dammit – and have an incredible amount of stuff to get sorted and packed. It isn't exactly helpful that they both have bad backs. If they were to set all their stuff on fire and elope somewhere*, I can't say I'd blame them. So a little trip up Seattle's ugliest street seemed like the least I could do. The bookstore found her books, which they thought were mine, "interesting stuff". Plus, I got to spend some time with my son at either end of the trip; he uses my car to commute.Slept the sleep of the just. Now: time to get ready for that wine tasting with the Purdy Persian. Then dinner with Comfy Lady, wherein I shall return her cookie tin.
Oh, from the Dept. of Disturbing: As I transferred from the bus to the train yesterday morning, some dude in front of me punched a sandwich board and knocked it over. I think it was the sandwich board for the new age store on 45th. 'Good thing he's in front of me,' I thought. He took the elevator down to the platform at U District station; I took the escalator. I got curious and walked up and down the platform to find the guy. Eventually I did, at one end, looking almost as if he was hiding from everyone else, wearing a baseball hat, backwards, with one of those Punisher-cum-US-flag graphics. Filed under D for "possibly dangerous mentally ill individual, with some apparent self-awareness". And I seem to have been the only person out of the dozens in the station who noticed.
*Can you elope with someone you're already married to? And they couldn't elope anywhere sunnier than Seattle, which rules out most of this planet.
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