A transsexual walks into a ball park.

Or, more accurately, a transsexual walks into a suite at the Mariners for her father-in-law's birthday. Like all functions involving Nibsdad, there were a zillion people whose names I was told but will never remember. Nibstepmother told me she thought it best not to tell everyone who was going to be there (You think?) so I quietly filled her in on the schedule, the work sitch, etc. I didn't get to talk to Nibsdad much, but he's OK with it considering: I did not get thrown over the railing into the 100 level at Safeco Field by short Jews. I found out there that a former business partner of his had a horrific marital experience while trying to transition, so that may be part of the reason why he cut me slack. Are we everywhere, or what?

Confession: I like talking about my transition and myself way too much. Luckily, I have LJ for that.

Full Time schedule temptation

There's going to be a holiday party for work on December 3rd. That cries out to me to move my Full Time date earlier by eight days.

The plan with the full time date is that it would coincide with the start of a vacation during which I'd run around doing legal stuff. I'm pretty sure I have enough vacation time to do it.

Think of it: I take 12/3 off, get my hair done, do my nails, etc. Then I have three weeks to do all my running around instead of two.