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First, the 40th anniversary of the Wildrose, Seattle's lesbian bar, on the 30th. It got impressively full impressively early on a Monday night. I waited seventy-five (75) minutes for Funny Lady to show up, but eventually she did, asking me, "What is it like to be punctual?"
Stressful, Funny Lady, because I had to shoo people away from the only empty seat in the house for you. But there was plenty of queer eye candy, FL's friends, and of course Funny Lady herself. As so often when FL is involved, there was too much alcohol. She was kind enough to bundle me into a rideshare to get home; she didn't think I should take transit.
Second, New Year's Eve afternoon, the Tickler and I made it to the Keith Haring exhibit at MoPop. I must say, there was more to both the man and his work than the iconic motifs that everyone has seen. It's a lowdown shame that he died so young.
A tip o' the hat to the MoPop curators: they played appropriate music from the '80s. We were about to leave the museum when "O Superman" by Laurie Anderson came over the PA, so we had to sit and listen.
We hit lower Fremont for dinner, finding only Meesha open. Yes, they're delicious, but also expensive. Plus, the sheer quantity that we ate wrecked the poor Tickler's delicate digestion. It was so bad that we ended up catching a rideshare back to my house for just a few blocks.
We did not make it to the Monkey Loft as planned, but as I told the Tickler, I was still recovering from the 'Rose so it may have been for the best. I can just barely see the top of the Space Needle from my office window, so that's where we watched the fireworks. There was a midnight smooch. Aw!
New Year's Day? Spaghetti for the Wendling, then partying with goths in C's basement. Faboulous eats & drinks. Happiness.
So far so good.
Stressful, Funny Lady, because I had to shoo people away from the only empty seat in the house for you. But there was plenty of queer eye candy, FL's friends, and of course Funny Lady herself. As so often when FL is involved, there was too much alcohol. She was kind enough to bundle me into a rideshare to get home; she didn't think I should take transit.
Second, New Year's Eve afternoon, the Tickler and I made it to the Keith Haring exhibit at MoPop. I must say, there was more to both the man and his work than the iconic motifs that everyone has seen. It's a lowdown shame that he died so young.
A tip o' the hat to the MoPop curators: they played appropriate music from the '80s. We were about to leave the museum when "O Superman" by Laurie Anderson came over the PA, so we had to sit and listen.
We hit lower Fremont for dinner, finding only Meesha open. Yes, they're delicious, but also expensive. Plus, the sheer quantity that we ate wrecked the poor Tickler's delicate digestion. It was so bad that we ended up catching a rideshare back to my house for just a few blocks.
We did not make it to the Monkey Loft as planned, but as I told the Tickler, I was still recovering from the 'Rose so it may have been for the best. I can just barely see the top of the Space Needle from my office window, so that's where we watched the fireworks. There was a midnight smooch. Aw!
New Year's Day? Spaghetti for the Wendling, then partying with goths in C's basement. Faboulous eats & drinks. Happiness.
So far so good.
