escape from the Abbey

Did a reasonable job of packing fun into two hours and fifteen minutes. (Why so short? Because everyone wanted a piece of me.) Saw people I don't often get to see -- yay holiday Mondays -- at the Vogue, including but not limited to seedmoon, imp_of_satan, and thevfrchick.

Got my dance on at Re-bar, which was, predictably, sardine city. If anything the percentage of gay men there was even higher than I've seen before. In a fine example of cruising on my transness, the door dude waved me in without cover because of how I was dressed. Hey, I offered to pay. Was hoping to meet Kim Dietemann, but even if she was there I didn't have a chance in hell of finding her.

Warm fuzzy for the evening: pulling bobby pins out of my hair that I didn't put there.

movie: Howl's Moving Castle

Took advantage of free high-grade sitter (the Nibsmother) and saw Howl's Moving Castle the other night. I have to agree with eeyorerin that it was good until it turned into generic anime halfway through. Now I want to read the book to see how much better the movie could have been. And whoever writes the scores for Miyazaki movies should be drowned in a vat of cheap pancake syrup.