Eats: I'd walked or taken the bus past Malaysian restaurant Kedai Makan for years. If I remember correctly, ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seelenschwester used to be a chef there. It had languished far down my to-do list.
But then the Tickler wanted a place to eat with lots of gluten free options, and they found it. It's fantastic! And not crazy expensive. Pro tip: make a reservation like we did, because nearly everyone else found out it's good before I did.
Beats: Thence to Chop Suey for a night called Sapphic Factory. Yes, there were sweet young things making out. And yes, we joined the entire club to sing along to "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan. The dance floor was crowded enough to make the Tickler claustrophobic, so we found a strategic spot for people watching, i.e. being dirty old femmes. We resolved to dress sluttier next time, since that seemed to be the vibe. Latex wouldn't have been out of place.
The Tickler had done homework (!) and listened to the artists on the list that the promoters put in their promos, but which the DJs apparently ignored. It is to laugh. I will say that electrolysis music* goes better when your surrounded by scantily clad dykes. And playing Chappell Roan atones for a multitude of sins.
*My erstwhile electrolysis lady, Ms. Zappy, used to play a lot of oh-so-current pop hits while working on me. I now associate that sound with having electrified needles inserted into my skin.
seelenschwester used to be a chef there. It had languished far down my to-do list.But then the Tickler wanted a place to eat with lots of gluten free options, and they found it. It's fantastic! And not crazy expensive. Pro tip: make a reservation like we did, because nearly everyone else found out it's good before I did.
Beats: Thence to Chop Suey for a night called Sapphic Factory. Yes, there were sweet young things making out. And yes, we joined the entire club to sing along to "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan. The dance floor was crowded enough to make the Tickler claustrophobic, so we found a strategic spot for people watching, i.e. being dirty old femmes. We resolved to dress sluttier next time, since that seemed to be the vibe. Latex wouldn't have been out of place.
The Tickler had done homework (!) and listened to the artists on the list that the promoters put in their promos, but which the DJs apparently ignored. It is to laugh. I will say that electrolysis music* goes better when your surrounded by scantily clad dykes. And playing Chappell Roan atones for a multitude of sins.
*My erstwhile electrolysis lady, Ms. Zappy, used to play a lot of oh-so-current pop hits while working on me. I now associate that sound with having electrified needles inserted into my skin.
