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sistawendy) wrote2005-08-07 02:21 pm
sistawendy) wrote2005-08-07 02:21 pm
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nun parties with giant bugs
The Pacific Science Center kicks a lot of butt as a venue for a party, especially one of the techno variety: enough room, high ceilings, and giant animatronic arthropods. I wonder if the real bugs were bothered by the (pretty nice) sound system. The music was about 85% good, good enough for sore feet, but I had to miss Farina. Le cry. I'd even brought a copy of one of his albums to sign. Damn that 1:30 curfew. Yeah, I hear some of you parents saying I should be grateful that I get out at all, but missing headliners three times this summer has made me crazy.
A hippy-looking woman with her daughter of about seven named Autumn Star. Daddy showed up and solemnly instructed her to wear her ear plugs because they were all going to the party. I get a warm fuzzy feeling from parents who don't turn into yuppie obsessives or generic reproduction units. I lost a little of the fuzzy feeling, though, when I saw Autumn Star still up and playing with the exhibits past midnight. Her dad told me she could stay up until 3:00. I didn't broach the question of whether she should.
Happiness is waiting to get in with the sort of normals who hang at the Seattle Center and not getting any grief. For the umpteenth time, I'm so glad I live here. Speaking of which...
Two girls who looked like brunette![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vebelfetzers with their hands all over each other. They looked so much alike they could have been sisters. I got a good look at somebody else's sexual fantasy. I've heard snark about such behavior in the Usual Haunts, but as somebody who deeply appreciates freedom from hassle I refuse to condemn them.
Much curiosity about my corset (the red & black, in this case). One thing I love about ravers is that they're easier to impress by dressing up. A surprising number of them looked good dressed lightly, if not exactly down. I'd put the median age at around 24.
I was relieved not to be the most spastic thing on the dance floor. Is that wrong?
Kiss on cheek from random blonde whose girlfriend quickly steered her away from me. Ear, egg, elephant... Not many glowsticks around, though.
Someday I will succeed in getting at least one of you to come with me. Oh yes. I shall.
Oh yeah: I'll grudgingly admit that the 1:30 curfew is a good thing if you want to take little boys to Mercer Island to get buzzed by loud, sexy planes.
A hippy-looking woman with her daughter of about seven named Autumn Star. Daddy showed up and solemnly instructed her to wear her ear plugs because they were all going to the party. I get a warm fuzzy feeling from parents who don't turn into yuppie obsessives or generic reproduction units. I lost a little of the fuzzy feeling, though, when I saw Autumn Star still up and playing with the exhibits past midnight. Her dad told me she could stay up until 3:00. I didn't broach the question of whether she should.
Happiness is waiting to get in with the sort of normals who hang at the Seattle Center and not getting any grief. For the umpteenth time, I'm so glad I live here. Speaking of which...
Two girls who looked like brunette
vebelfetzers with their hands all over each other. They looked so much alike they could have been sisters. I got a good look at somebody else's sexual fantasy. I've heard snark about such behavior in the Usual Haunts, but as somebody who deeply appreciates freedom from hassle I refuse to condemn them.Much curiosity about my corset (the red & black, in this case). One thing I love about ravers is that they're easier to impress by dressing up. A surprising number of them looked good dressed lightly, if not exactly down. I'd put the median age at around 24.
I was relieved not to be the most spastic thing on the dance floor. Is that wrong?
Kiss on cheek from random blonde whose girlfriend quickly steered her away from me. Ear, egg, elephant... Not many glowsticks around, though.
Someday I will succeed in getting at least one of you to come with me. Oh yes. I shall.
Oh yeah: I'll grudgingly admit that the 1:30 curfew is a good thing if you want to take little boys to Mercer Island to get buzzed by loud, sexy planes.