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Early last week I asked on (ahem) a certain other social media site what I should do for the weekend. Temptress suggested Jaded, a goth night at the Rendezvous in Seattle's Belltown neighborhood. A word to non-locals: Belltown these days has a lot of action, all of it mainstream. But nevertheless, it's easy for me to get to on one bus. Besides, I hadn't seen Temptress in ages and she was considering going.
I made it, but Temptress stayed home with a sick kitty. Things didn't really get rolling until about 2300. Let me summarize.
Music: Pretty standard. Not bad, but not exactly challenging either. I did love the Ladytron, though.
Eye candy: Noice! I felt a little underdressed, even in my piratey Fluevogs, Lydia Dietz Schoolgirl Skirt from Kambriel, and bell-sleeved top.
Drinks: Good, but more than I really wanted to pay. I wouldn't be surprised if all of Belltown gets away with that.
I ran into a couple of folks from the latex dinners and got my social on. And then who should walk in but Shiny H and her partner G? That's when my night took a turn for the unusual. I'd bought three drinks for myself, and then G&H bought me two more. And then we hit the Merc. And then G&H bought me another drink. And then we crashed at G's place, whose general location I didn't ascertain until they took me home.
Somewhere in there Shiny H told me that G's kind of into me, to which I gave my standard answer: G should indicate that herself by asking me out. I will say yes if she does.
For breakfast, Shiny H made us all cheese soufflés. (!) And then we listened to her tell tales of vile, pathetic exes – she has many – and sailing misadventure on the Baltic. No one spins a tale quite like the theatrical Shiny H, but hers aren't for the faint of heart: they tend to be gory, and the gore is hers.
And I met G's daughter, who may well be the gothest twelve-year-old ever. I've met the children of a couple of my dear readers, so I know of what I speak. G's daughter is a shockingly talented artist, but from her drawings you can tell that, as G put it, she's working through some things. You know how G had a divorce from hell? Well, it's affected that poor girl, and she's dealing with it using black ink lines on paper. I think she can make a career out of art if she wants. And yeah, I know enough people in that business to have some idea of how tough that is.
I was supposed to do my taxes this weekend, but I don't think that's happening. After taking care of my usual chores, I don't have a lot of juice left in me. It's a minor miracle that I wasn't hung over.
I made it, but Temptress stayed home with a sick kitty. Things didn't really get rolling until about 2300. Let me summarize.
Music: Pretty standard. Not bad, but not exactly challenging either. I did love the Ladytron, though.
Eye candy: Noice! I felt a little underdressed, even in my piratey Fluevogs, Lydia Dietz Schoolgirl Skirt from Kambriel, and bell-sleeved top.
Drinks: Good, but more than I really wanted to pay. I wouldn't be surprised if all of Belltown gets away with that.
I ran into a couple of folks from the latex dinners and got my social on. And then who should walk in but Shiny H and her partner G? That's when my night took a turn for the unusual. I'd bought three drinks for myself, and then G&H bought me two more. And then we hit the Merc. And then G&H bought me another drink. And then we crashed at G's place, whose general location I didn't ascertain until they took me home.
Somewhere in there Shiny H told me that G's kind of into me, to which I gave my standard answer: G should indicate that herself by asking me out. I will say yes if she does.
For breakfast, Shiny H made us all cheese soufflés. (!) And then we listened to her tell tales of vile, pathetic exes – she has many – and sailing misadventure on the Baltic. No one spins a tale quite like the theatrical Shiny H, but hers aren't for the faint of heart: they tend to be gory, and the gore is hers.
And I met G's daughter, who may well be the gothest twelve-year-old ever. I've met the children of a couple of my dear readers, so I know of what I speak. G's daughter is a shockingly talented artist, but from her drawings you can tell that, as G put it, she's working through some things. You know how G had a divorce from hell? Well, it's affected that poor girl, and she's dealing with it using black ink lines on paper. I think she can make a career out of art if she wants. And yeah, I know enough people in that business to have some idea of how tough that is.
I was supposed to do my taxes this weekend, but I don't think that's happening. After taking care of my usual chores, I don't have a lot of juice left in me. It's a minor miracle that I wasn't hung over.
