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This was one of those weekends when I was either too busy or too tired to post.
Saturday, daytime:
Hit the hardware store.
Didn't check my shopping list and thereby forgot one item.
Dropped off boots to be repaired. Chatted with sweet young thing behind the counter who was wearing a "protect trans kids" button.
Went to the post office to pick up mail because my mailbox is (again) broken. Got a coupon for the very same hardware store I'd been to this morning. So that worked out.
Saturday night:
Italian eats with Shiny H & G in Belltown. Went to the Crocodile's new space and took in some Latin-flavored house music in the small upstairs room. We didn't hate it, but we didn't love it enough to stay long. Thence to the Rendezvous, where the night H had thought was happening wasn't. Thence to the Merc. It turns out that some of my friends are friends are friends of Shiny H's ex, whom I don't recall meeting. H and her ex have said plenty of bad things about each other. Le sigh.
Sunday:
The Siberian Siren has returned! She and her wife have a new place over in the next county. Good: she's happy with her wife, her dogs, and her real estate deals. Bad: she's given up on having a kid, and she considers monogamy a sacrifice. Living in the South restricted her, uh, extracurricular activities. They'd been living in Memphis the whole time they were away, and she describes the place as a crime-ridden hellhole; she's hardly alone in that assessment. But! I'm glad she's back, and I really enjoyed seeing her.
Here's the difference between the SS & Funny Lady: neither of them show up on time, but at least the Siren will give me updates on her ETA. And she lives so far out that the driving alone is a reasonable excuse for being late. That's a trip I won't be asking her to make often if she isn't already making it for some other reason.
Saturday, daytime:
Hit the hardware store.
Didn't check my shopping list and thereby forgot one item.
Dropped off boots to be repaired. Chatted with sweet young thing behind the counter who was wearing a "protect trans kids" button.
Went to the post office to pick up mail because my mailbox is (again) broken. Got a coupon for the very same hardware store I'd been to this morning. So that worked out.
Saturday night:
Italian eats with Shiny H & G in Belltown. Went to the Crocodile's new space and took in some Latin-flavored house music in the small upstairs room. We didn't hate it, but we didn't love it enough to stay long. Thence to the Rendezvous, where the night H had thought was happening wasn't. Thence to the Merc. It turns out that some of my friends are friends are friends of Shiny H's ex, whom I don't recall meeting. H and her ex have said plenty of bad things about each other. Le sigh.
Sunday:
The Siberian Siren has returned! She and her wife have a new place over in the next county. Good: she's happy with her wife, her dogs, and her real estate deals. Bad: she's given up on having a kid, and she considers monogamy a sacrifice. Living in the South restricted her, uh, extracurricular activities. They'd been living in Memphis the whole time they were away, and she describes the place as a crime-ridden hellhole; she's hardly alone in that assessment. But! I'm glad she's back, and I really enjoyed seeing her.
Here's the difference between the SS & Funny Lady: neither of them show up on time, but at least the Siren will give me updates on her ETA. And she lives so far out that the driving alone is a reasonable excuse for being late. That's a trip I won't be asking her to make often if she isn't already making it for some other reason.
