too much fun

After a morning of chasing down a distinctively dressed customer to give him the answers I didn't know yesterday, and an afternoon of doing demos, I went on a first date last night that went rather well. K is a longtime Burner who does logistics both for a living and for her 60-person (!) theme camp. Tall, blonde, buxom, bi (with a boyfriend, natch), trans-friendly, femme but not high femme, and fond of beer perhaps to a fault, she's done a lot of moving and a fair amount of living. She says things that make me think, and she isn't woo woo. She laughs at my jokes, and she's excited about just having moved into a place with a hot tub. She's enthusiastic about me, non-flaky, and of course wonderful about planning things, which is a big deal to me. Promising. The first date lasted two hours, and we've already picked a time for the second date. The punch line here is that I seem to have reached that Zen-like state of not caring too much about how it turned out; maybe that's the trick.

Right after the date ended, I went to the Mozcon party at EMP. An open bar, an employer that doesn't terrify me, and a bus pass. Yeah, you get the picture. I don't think I was that much more inappropriate than usual. I may find out later.