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Because a) I need more makeup and b) I need more knowledge about makeup, I went to the MAC Store with the Siberian Siren. I got my face done by a professional for the first time ever. The SS is determined to make a proper girl femme out of me, so she couldn't resist kibbitzing, which was easy because the MUA had to deal with appointments, etc.
Snarfed:
The SS & I were supposed to go to a lesbian night at Waid's. She had plans to wear something revealing - reason enough for me to be where she is - so I did the same in solidarity. So, I show up, and take in the hip hop and go-go dancers on the bar for a bit. The SS texts me to say that she hasn't started getting ready because she's been setting up electronics with her sweetie, and could she please have a rain check?
'OK,' sez I, 'It's not really my scene anyway. I'll go to the Merc.'
Ha haaa! The're extending that damn trolley line on Broadway to the south, rendering my favorite parking spaces inaccessible. The blocks nearby are filled with other losers like me, all trolling for spaces. Le sigh. At this point I decide to cut my losses and go home, not least because I had plans for the following morning.
She apologized today, and asked how she could make it up. Mmu hu hwaugh huh hah ha! I'm sure I can think of something.
Nibsbrother's daughter E is up here from California as I type. She's a sweet, grown-up girl, and she's the only niece with whom I have contact, thanks to my sisters. I have to say I enjoyed interacting with a non-Aspie teenager. I love my son, but he can be... draining in ways most other children aren't.
The four of us went to the Tutankhamun exhibit. Yes, we're all familiar with spectacular ancient Egyptian art and funerary goods. I came up with a metaphor for Tut's tomb: it's not a tomb so much as a moving van for the afterlife. Everything he might have needed was there. Freakiest object? The whitewashed wood-and-reed bed that he apparently used in life. (It was kind of narrow and delicate-looking for sex, I thought.)
The overall impression that I got, though, was one of decadence. Ancient Egyptian society did pretty well lasting all that time, but I can't help but wonder if more of their culture would have survived Christianity & Islam if they hadn't poured resources into religious & funerary madness.
Snarfed:
- Studio Fix - It's a staple for me; I use it almost every day.
- A Paint Pot - It's much better concealer than what I had.
- A palette of four eye shadows, only one of which was really a nighttime-only. The SS proposed earth tones. I protested that I was too damaged by the 70's to try them, but she prevailed, and as usual in femme matters, she was right.
- Brushes. Yeah, I know a bunch of you say to go to art supply stores, and I relayed that. The SS disagrees. So, now I have kinds of brushes that I didn't have before.
- liquid eyeliner - I'm out! Hand, staple, forehead!
- mascara - I'm not out, but I could run out at any moment. The SS says other brands have better brushes than MAC. I shall investigate.
- lipstick - Don't we all need more, always?
The SS & I were supposed to go to a lesbian night at Waid's. She had plans to wear something revealing - reason enough for me to be where she is - so I did the same in solidarity. So, I show up, and take in the hip hop and go-go dancers on the bar for a bit. The SS texts me to say that she hasn't started getting ready because she's been setting up electronics with her sweetie, and could she please have a rain check?
'OK,' sez I, 'It's not really my scene anyway. I'll go to the Merc.'
Ha haaa! The're extending that damn trolley line on Broadway to the south, rendering my favorite parking spaces inaccessible. The blocks nearby are filled with other losers like me, all trolling for spaces. Le sigh. At this point I decide to cut my losses and go home, not least because I had plans for the following morning.
She apologized today, and asked how she could make it up. Mmu hu hwaugh huh hah ha! I'm sure I can think of something.
Nibsbrother's daughter E is up here from California as I type. She's a sweet, grown-up girl, and she's the only niece with whom I have contact, thanks to my sisters. I have to say I enjoyed interacting with a non-Aspie teenager. I love my son, but he can be... draining in ways most other children aren't.
The four of us went to the Tutankhamun exhibit. Yes, we're all familiar with spectacular ancient Egyptian art and funerary goods. I came up with a metaphor for Tut's tomb: it's not a tomb so much as a moving van for the afterlife. Everything he might have needed was there. Freakiest object? The whitewashed wood-and-reed bed that he apparently used in life. (It was kind of narrow and delicate-looking for sex, I thought.)
The overall impression that I got, though, was one of decadence. Ancient Egyptian society did pretty well lasting all that time, but I can't help but wonder if more of their culture would have survived Christianity & Islam if they hadn't poured resources into religious & funerary madness.
