sistawendy | Xmas

Why haven't I posted for four days? Well, nothing much happens when you can't leave your house for two days, not even to take the bins out, due to an ice storm that shuts down your city so hard that even the buses stop running. So I saved you from reading a non-entry. You're welcome.

I went to the Mercury on Christmas Eve, which I'm not sure I'd ever done before. I went because, honestly, I had nothing better to do, and I was curious to see who shows up at a goth joint on Christmas Eve. Not only was the joint jumping; everyone looked very festive in their devil horns. That's right: it was a theme night, and it was aimed squarely at me. But I didn't wear the whole Devil Girl outfit because I have a Big Red Dress with a black faux-fur collar and hem that I like to wear to Christmas events. A & J were there, A with her (le sigh) fella. I didn't dance, but I had an excellent time being social. I think this may have to become a tradition for me.

Good: My mass transit mojo was working on the way home.
Bad: I got an awful lot of mud and salt on my Fluevog Francesca boots. I spent almost an hour today cleaning, conditioning, and shining them, but I still think they could benefit from the tender ministrations of a bootblack.

Am I going to the thing that the Re-bar people are putting on at LO-FI? As much as I loved Re-bar, I think I'm clubbed out (and tapped out) for the weekend. They shall have to pah-tay without me.

I'm not sure what I'm doing for New Year's Eve. I've already been to the Mercury on a Saturday three times this month, so I'm thinking I should do something else. For New Year's Day, though, I have a ticket to the daytime ravey thing on the roof of the Monkey Loft, which is always a good time. It occurs to me that I don't have to go anywhere that night, but I hear the FOMO calling.

I'm on vacation until next year. It was time, boy howdy. I'm not planning on going anywhere and I'm OK with that.

Oh: I rode my bike for the first time in a week this afternoon. I thought the wind had lifted the tarp, but it seems more likely to me that whoever made off with my rear fender did. I mean, I'm pretty sure I would have noticed if my fender had fallen off during a ride because I remove my lights afterward, and my rear one is right above the fender. Honestly, who's going to successfully fence a plastic bike fender that has several thousand miles worth of dirt on it?