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seelenschwester decided to call last night, the anniversary of the Mercury's reopening, its rebirthday, which is the same word I use for my anniversary of beginning to live as a woman. Between that and the amazing time I had at the reopening, I had to go.
There was pre-funking at the Wildrose and chatting to Martha, but once again I didn't give any of my queer lady friends notice so none of them joined me. I really have to stop doing that. The short notice, that is, not the Wildrose.
The Merc was lovely as ever, and A excitedly showed me her pictures of Thailand. Shallow Fashion details: the violet brocade corset from Dark Garden as I wore to the reopening, my boot licker skirt from Gallery Serpentine, black over-the-knee Fluevog Truth boots, and every glittery violet accessory I own.
But even more than any dolled up sweet thangs at either the 'Rose or the Merc, what captured my attention is that the Mercury is once again carrying more than one kind of absinthe – three, to be exact. (I had the St. George. Mm, tasty.) That hasn't been true since the early teens, maybe not even since the '09 recession. If we're going to make things like they were in the aughts, can we make it so the Merc staff can make rent off tips? That would be even better than a bigger absinthe selection.
Oh: I got sucked into the tail end of "Johnny Mnemonic" on the screens. I rolled my eyes at how William Gibson's short story, which I read in Omni magazine in 1983, got beaten into a standard Hollywood product. Do yourself a favor and read the story.
Another thing I need to stop doing is expecting a reasonable wait to catch a bus from the U District to Fremont after midnight. I didn't hoof it all the way home this time, just to Wallingford where I watched groups of young people leaving various establishments. Then I caught a bus home. Sheesh.
Oh: I'm totally hitting the Merc on Christmas Eve because a) I have nothing better to do that evening, b) this I gotta see, and c) my Big Red Dress needs some love and is perfect for the occasion.
seelenschwester decided to call last night, the anniversary of the Mercury's reopening, its rebirthday, which is the same word I use for my anniversary of beginning to live as a woman. Between that and the amazing time I had at the reopening, I had to go.There was pre-funking at the Wildrose and chatting to Martha, but once again I didn't give any of my queer lady friends notice so none of them joined me. I really have to stop doing that. The short notice, that is, not the Wildrose.
The Merc was lovely as ever, and A excitedly showed me her pictures of Thailand. Shallow Fashion details: the violet brocade corset from Dark Garden as I wore to the reopening, my boot licker skirt from Gallery Serpentine, black over-the-knee Fluevog Truth boots, and every glittery violet accessory I own.
But even more than any dolled up sweet thangs at either the 'Rose or the Merc, what captured my attention is that the Mercury is once again carrying more than one kind of absinthe – three, to be exact. (I had the St. George. Mm, tasty.) That hasn't been true since the early teens, maybe not even since the '09 recession. If we're going to make things like they were in the aughts, can we make it so the Merc staff can make rent off tips? That would be even better than a bigger absinthe selection.
Oh: I got sucked into the tail end of "Johnny Mnemonic" on the screens. I rolled my eyes at how William Gibson's short story, which I read in Omni magazine in 1983, got beaten into a standard Hollywood product. Do yourself a favor and read the story.
Another thing I need to stop doing is expecting a reasonable wait to catch a bus from the U District to Fremont after midnight. I didn't hoof it all the way home this time, just to Wallingford where I watched groups of young people leaving various establishments. Then I caught a bus home. Sheesh.
Oh: I'm totally hitting the Merc on Christmas Eve because a) I have nothing better to do that evening, b) this I gotta see, and c) my Big Red Dress needs some love and is perfect for the occasion.
