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I got all dolled up on Saturday for the Caturday monthly at the Mercury with Dancer. I grudgingly admit that the eetz at Union, the gay bar above the Merc that demanded so many upgrades, aren't bad.
About an hour and a half after arriving at the Merc, we both found something out: no putting Gatorade packets into drinks, not even water. I'd never even seen anyone do that, but Dancer insists that she & her pals used to do it all the time. I can see why it's verboten: it could make dosing yourself or someone else pretty easy.
Nevertheless, Dancer was fit to be tied after she got her vodka & tonic and then her water bottle taken away. So fit, in fact, that she asked me to drive to my place. I did, natch; it was the first time I'd driven in months, so it's a good thing I'm used to older models of what she drives. It was probably the least aggressively anyone has driven her car. I had an earlier-than-expected night. Ah well, she & I have plans for this coming Saturday as well.
Annual ravey thing called Forest For The Trees at Myrtle Edwards. It seemed a little lightly attended, which I ascribe to the relative warmth. Still, I did get some groove and social on. We hippies in the park got buzzed by the Blue Angels because 'Murrica.
About an hour and a half after arriving at the Merc, we both found something out: no putting Gatorade packets into drinks, not even water. I'd never even seen anyone do that, but Dancer insists that she & her pals used to do it all the time. I can see why it's verboten: it could make dosing yourself or someone else pretty easy.
Nevertheless, Dancer was fit to be tied after she got her vodka & tonic and then her water bottle taken away. So fit, in fact, that she asked me to drive to my place. I did, natch; it was the first time I'd driven in months, so it's a good thing I'm used to older models of what she drives. It was probably the least aggressively anyone has driven her car. I had an earlier-than-expected night. Ah well, she & I have plans for this coming Saturday as well.
Annual ravey thing called Forest For The Trees at Myrtle Edwards. It seemed a little lightly attended, which I ascribe to the relative warmth. Still, I did get some groove and social on. We hippies in the park got buzzed by the Blue Angels because 'Murrica.
