Social thing #1: Tacoma Girl came over, drank my beer, wine, and sake, and told me about her trip to Spain with her mom. The only down side is that it made me want to go back to Barcelona. I introduced her to Dr. Glaucomflecken on Youtube.
Social thing #2: Brunch with Dancer at Le Coin. She told me not to dress up too much, so I wore stompy boots with my white velveteen skirt. It was, of course, delicious, and their cocktails do not mess around. I swear, she and I have really compatible... tastes. Yeah, I said that before, but as of yesterday I think it's even truer than I did before. We've already made plans to make more fodder for locked entries before too long.
Two things that worry me, though, are her physical health and difficulties she seems to have with executive function. Now that I type that, though, I remember that I dated Funny Lady for months, and FL's exy funk is so jaw-droppingly bad that she hates herself for it. I can deal with a little of this.
Social thing #3: C's* boyfriend's birthday party at Hooverville Bar in Sodo. The train was packed with motocross fans on the way down. Drank beer, ate fabulous tiny cupcakes, and got my social on mainly with people I'd never met before, plus C's pals from way back like Diminutive &![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aaminahlefae. I tried to post-funk at the Merc, but my driver's license was missing. That was Goddess telling me to go home, I guess. It took me long enough, but I found my license just now in my evening bag from the Seattle Fetish Ball. This is why I hate switching bags and hardly ever do it, people.
*We're talking the famously petite and super cute** C, in case you weren't sure. She throws awesome parties and barbecues at her place, which is felicitously easy for me to get to on transit.
**Multiple friends have told me that C is hot. They're not even a little bit wrong.
Social thing #2: Brunch with Dancer at Le Coin. She told me not to dress up too much, so I wore stompy boots with my white velveteen skirt. It was, of course, delicious, and their cocktails do not mess around. I swear, she and I have really compatible... tastes. Yeah, I said that before, but as of yesterday I think it's even truer than I did before. We've already made plans to make more fodder for locked entries before too long.
Two things that worry me, though, are her physical health and difficulties she seems to have with executive function. Now that I type that, though, I remember that I dated Funny Lady for months, and FL's exy funk is so jaw-droppingly bad that she hates herself for it. I can deal with a little of this.
Social thing #3: C's* boyfriend's birthday party at Hooverville Bar in Sodo. The train was packed with motocross fans on the way down. Drank beer, ate fabulous tiny cupcakes, and got my social on mainly with people I'd never met before, plus C's pals from way back like Diminutive &
aaminahlefae. I tried to post-funk at the Merc, but my driver's license was missing. That was Goddess telling me to go home, I guess. It took me long enough, but I found my license just now in my evening bag from the Seattle Fetish Ball. This is why I hate switching bags and hardly ever do it, people.*We're talking the famously petite and super cute** C, in case you weren't sure. She throws awesome parties and barbecues at her place, which is felicitously easy for me to get to on transit.
**Multiple friends have told me that C is hot. They're not even a little bit wrong.
