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Took a ride share* last night to chez D, whose house was as I expected stuffed with first-rate baked goods, plus too many well-dressed people. It's only too many becasue D's house is about the same size as mine, and her parties routinely have at least twice as many people as have ever been in my place at once.
D and her friends can bake, boy howdy, and every horizontal surface had either quality baked goods, largely made by D, or a punch bowl accurately labeled "high octane".
Got to talk to Diminutive. She has a writing project afoot, for which I'll keep my antennae up. I asked her how she wasn't melting in that gorgeous black velvet confection she was wearing. "I'm always cold," she said. She does have the sort of build that loses heat well.
Queen J congratulated me on my impending surgery, and thanked me for Dr. D's name. I warned her that only my mother's death put him within my reach. She's had a hard time the last year and a half, but has gotten through it.
Cuties. Queerness unknown. Well, also known queers, but they're mainly taken.
It wasn't tremendously late when the heat finally got to me. Yes, me, the Florida girl. I was in bed by 2330. Je ne regrette rien.
Jealous of the hostess with the mostest, looking fabulous in '50s retro? Me? Not as much as you might think. I'm not about to take up baking, because in the words of my father, I'd just eat it.
*D only lives about two miles from my place, but it's really awkward to get to & from on a bus, involving either a monster hill, a long wait, or both. It also cooled of last night.
D and her friends can bake, boy howdy, and every horizontal surface had either quality baked goods, largely made by D, or a punch bowl accurately labeled "high octane".
Got to talk to Diminutive. She has a writing project afoot, for which I'll keep my antennae up. I asked her how she wasn't melting in that gorgeous black velvet confection she was wearing. "I'm always cold," she said. She does have the sort of build that loses heat well.
Queen J congratulated me on my impending surgery, and thanked me for Dr. D's name. I warned her that only my mother's death put him within my reach. She's had a hard time the last year and a half, but has gotten through it.
Cuties. Queerness unknown. Well, also known queers, but they're mainly taken.
It wasn't tremendously late when the heat finally got to me. Yes, me, the Florida girl. I was in bed by 2330. Je ne regrette rien.
Jealous of the hostess with the mostest, looking fabulous in '50s retro? Me? Not as much as you might think. I'm not about to take up baking, because in the words of my father, I'd just eat it.
*D only lives about two miles from my place, but it's really awkward to get to & from on a bus, involving either a monster hill, a long wait, or both. It also cooled of last night.
