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Dancer & I had arranged to go to the Mercury last night, but then it got foggy, and I don't mean lightly. Said Dancer early yesterday evening, there were already three accidents on I-5 between her place and mine. Between poor conditions and motorized drunks, she really didn't wanna come up, and I didn't blame her.
I had a plan B, or so I thought: ravey goodness that was to be the last night at that venue. I had the mistaken and outdated impression that I could pay at the door. Nope. It sold out minutes after I heard from Dancer.
OK, so stag at the Merc it was. I poured myself into my 50th birthday outfit plus mask, only with more practical boots because I took transit*. I don't regret that decision.
A certain vile ex was there, but A spotted him recoiling from her and me at our usual table. It is to laugh. Temptress was there, but he wasn't sitting with her. That can only be a good thing.
Got to see Shiny G, who recently had a nasty breakup with Shiny H. I commended her for staying classy; she grasped the implications and raised her eyebrows. She does seem to be recovering nicely, though. I hope to see more of her in the future.
I do love seeing the Merc full of people dressed up more than usual. The eye candy was nun-approved, perhaps especially DJ JQ in brand new latex. Ahem.
Left shortly after midnight. Had reasonable transit mojo, especially considering the hour. Nommed cornbread I'd made.** Was in bed by 0230.
New Year's resolution: find a girlfriend who lives in the same county as I do. Freaks preferred, naturally.
*The (Metro) buses were free and advertised themselves as such. The (Sound Transit) trains were also apparently free, but there was no way to tell that, at least until you tapped your card on the reader. Bizarre.
**Betsutenjin, the ramen joint, was closed. I guess their management isn't completely evil.
I had a plan B, or so I thought: ravey goodness that was to be the last night at that venue. I had the mistaken and outdated impression that I could pay at the door. Nope. It sold out minutes after I heard from Dancer.
OK, so stag at the Merc it was. I poured myself into my 50th birthday outfit plus mask, only with more practical boots because I took transit*. I don't regret that decision.
A certain vile ex was there, but A spotted him recoiling from her and me at our usual table. It is to laugh. Temptress was there, but he wasn't sitting with her. That can only be a good thing.
Got to see Shiny G, who recently had a nasty breakup with Shiny H. I commended her for staying classy; she grasped the implications and raised her eyebrows. She does seem to be recovering nicely, though. I hope to see more of her in the future.
I do love seeing the Merc full of people dressed up more than usual. The eye candy was nun-approved, perhaps especially DJ JQ in brand new latex. Ahem.
Left shortly after midnight. Had reasonable transit mojo, especially considering the hour. Nommed cornbread I'd made.** Was in bed by 0230.
New Year's resolution: find a girlfriend who lives in the same county as I do. Freaks preferred, naturally.
*The (Metro) buses were free and advertised themselves as such. The (Sound Transit) trains were also apparently free, but there was no way to tell that, at least until you tapped your card on the reader. Bizarre.
**Betsutenjin, the ramen joint, was closed. I guess their management isn't completely evil.
