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But first: took the Sanctimobile in for an oil change, etc., and the dealer said my water pump was leaking. Better to find out now than on the way to Black Rock, so I've had it expensively replaced. I also got a car wash out of the deal, so I didn't have to drive a certain special someone around in a dirty car...
...And that someone is, of course, Temptress. While we waited for Q to open, we walked around the Capitol Hill Block Party and on an impulse went to Momiji; neither of us had been there before. Yeah, it's a little pricey, chi-chi, and new-Capitol-Hill, but they have a killer sake selection and the staff seems all right. We didn't notice the restaurant down a hallway from the bar until we got up to go. Temptress wants to go back for sushi sometime.
The main event for the evening was the Opulent Temple fundraiser at Q. It was my idea, because OT is my favorite place to dance on the playa, hands down. It doesn't hurt that Q looks and sounds like the Hollywood ideal of a nightclub.
It was a white party, with lots of sweet young things running around in revealing or skin-tight white outfits. (Temptress and I were in black and floral print, respectively. I don't own anything that would have been appropriate.) Temptress & I were all about the eye candy - especially the gay boy in the white fuzzy chaps - but she wasn't feeling the music nearly as much as I was. She eventually asked to go someplace with music that she wanted to dance to, namely the Merc. Since I'd known ahead of time that she just isn't the raver chick that I am, I agreed, natch. No offense to the Merc, but I wish we'd returned to my place earlier and with more energy. Not that we were completely wiped out. Ahem.
I had my last ever six-hour electrolysis session today. From now on, they're shorter. Hoo to the ray.
Once upon a time I wouldn't have been comfortable going out on a date with a fuzzy face, but these days I am - just barely. Temptress herself is a big part of that.
This evening in Kirkland, m'boy and I walked Bigpuppy over to where several municipally-contracted goats were wiping out a blackberry patch. The dog was surprisingly calm about it all, but the bugs nearly drove my son into the anxiety spin cycle.
...And that someone is, of course, Temptress. While we waited for Q to open, we walked around the Capitol Hill Block Party and on an impulse went to Momiji; neither of us had been there before. Yeah, it's a little pricey, chi-chi, and new-Capitol-Hill, but they have a killer sake selection and the staff seems all right. We didn't notice the restaurant down a hallway from the bar until we got up to go. Temptress wants to go back for sushi sometime.
The main event for the evening was the Opulent Temple fundraiser at Q. It was my idea, because OT is my favorite place to dance on the playa, hands down. It doesn't hurt that Q looks and sounds like the Hollywood ideal of a nightclub.
It was a white party, with lots of sweet young things running around in revealing or skin-tight white outfits. (Temptress and I were in black and floral print, respectively. I don't own anything that would have been appropriate.) Temptress & I were all about the eye candy - especially the gay boy in the white fuzzy chaps - but she wasn't feeling the music nearly as much as I was. She eventually asked to go someplace with music that she wanted to dance to, namely the Merc. Since I'd known ahead of time that she just isn't the raver chick that I am, I agreed, natch. No offense to the Merc, but I wish we'd returned to my place earlier and with more energy. Not that we were completely wiped out. Ahem.
I had my last ever six-hour electrolysis session today. From now on, they're shorter. Hoo to the ray.
Once upon a time I wouldn't have been comfortable going out on a date with a fuzzy face, but these days I am - just barely. Temptress herself is a big part of that.
This evening in Kirkland, m'boy and I walked Bigpuppy over to where several municipally-contracted goats were wiping out a blackberry patch. The dog was surprisingly calm about it all, but the bugs nearly drove my son into the anxiety spin cycle.
