out & about, in reverse chronological order

Guess who said this to whom, and when: "You know, for somebody who's popped one and a half Ultracets, you're awfully perky."

Booty shaken to Riz at Re-bar. Got recognized not just by Riz but by somebody who was at the last Space Virgin party, too. I always feel kind of weasly for not remembering people who remember me that way, but I'm not exactly camouflaged. Methinks it's time for another Space Virgin party, by the way. Good craic.

Went to chez butterflake on the wrong night. *Autodopeslap!* Can't make it on the right night. *Facepalm.*

of cheesecake and cutie pies

Spent a pleasant evening buying books, muching really tasty cake, quietly genderfucking my fellow suburbanites, and chatting with kathrynt at Third Place Books. I learned that people who knit are far less normal than I thought, which is happy-making. Why aren't there more bookstores like that around here?

Re-bar postscript #1: Again I didn't have to pay cover, which the door dude said was because I'm transitioning. I'm going to heck for not pointing out to him that I'm not.

Re-bar postscript #2: Saw a short, zaftig Jewish-looking woman in a long skirt dancing goofily by herself. I couldn't help being reminded of Her Nibs, and what our lives might be like without rheumatoid fucking arthritis. No, house isn't her thing, but.