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Nun wins 4th of July.
Jul. 4th, 2015 10:13 pmI dropped off my son for his all-day (!) work shift, then came home to get ready for the rest of the day. I hadn't had time to do my now-usual ride around the lake, so I walked to fave coffee joint Chocolati at the north end of the lake.
The barrista had red coat and a British accent. Perfect. When he was asking a customer about whip (whipped cream for you n00bs), he said, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."
"Depends on the child," I said quietly, and made the did-I-say-that gesture.
"Didn't hear anything," he said. Seattle, I love ya.
I was (and am) wearing these leggings, with the Pride flag on the front and the US flag on the back. The younger, prettier, more made-up blonde woman in front of me complimented me on my leggings - I got a lot of that today - and I said, "They're what you call multi-purpose."
She bought my 12 oz. Chai. She bought. My chai.
She said she'd just moved into the neighborhood, and that her name is Megan. She offered her hand. "Do you live around here?"
"Maura. Yes, I live on [the tonier of the two streets at whose intersection I live]."
"I live on 80th."
Huh. Well, I had a beach date to get to. Besides, I couldn't for the life of me figure out whether I was being hit on or not; I probably wouldn't have pegged her for queer a priori in a million years. Hair? Maaaybe, plausibly queer. Clothes? Again, only a tiny bit plausibly queer, but I have to say she rocks the earth tones. Makeup? Screamed straight, especially at noon on July 4th.
It occurred to me halfway home from Chocolati that Megan from 80th bore some physical resemblance to the Blonde Angel from last year's Burning Man. The Blonde Angel had fairer skin and bushier hair, or so I keep telling myself.
Saw a WWII bomber with two similarly aged fighters flying over the north end while I was heading for...
The nude beach for my date of sorts with Much Younger Woman. Sunshine. Naked queers, mostly men. Frisbee & seaweed in the lake. Smooches while treading water.
Thence to chez![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theda & balzacq, where I got to say an all-too-infrequent yeau to my People in Black. Mm, eetz. I have to love a crowd where I can talk about all my... activities in front of pre-teen children without causing a ruckus. I asked speedie316 if I had, in fact, been hit on. She and a certain tall redhead are convinced that I was.
Next step: Chocolati, same time tomorrow? Walk up & down nearby stretches of N 80th St. possibly with a sign that says, "Maura from [my street]"? 'Cause I do that kind of thing.
The barrista had red coat and a British accent. Perfect. When he was asking a customer about whip (whipped cream for you n00bs), he said, "Spare the rod and spoil the child."
"Depends on the child," I said quietly, and made the did-I-say-that gesture.
"Didn't hear anything," he said. Seattle, I love ya.
I was (and am) wearing these leggings, with the Pride flag on the front and the US flag on the back. The younger, prettier, more made-up blonde woman in front of me complimented me on my leggings - I got a lot of that today - and I said, "They're what you call multi-purpose."
She bought my 12 oz. Chai. She bought. My chai.
She said she'd just moved into the neighborhood, and that her name is Megan. She offered her hand. "Do you live around here?"
"Maura. Yes, I live on [the tonier of the two streets at whose intersection I live]."
"I live on 80th."
Huh. Well, I had a beach date to get to. Besides, I couldn't for the life of me figure out whether I was being hit on or not; I probably wouldn't have pegged her for queer a priori in a million years. Hair? Maaaybe, plausibly queer. Clothes? Again, only a tiny bit plausibly queer, but I have to say she rocks the earth tones. Makeup? Screamed straight, especially at noon on July 4th.
It occurred to me halfway home from Chocolati that Megan from 80th bore some physical resemblance to the Blonde Angel from last year's Burning Man. The Blonde Angel had fairer skin and bushier hair, or so I keep telling myself.
Saw a WWII bomber with two similarly aged fighters flying over the north end while I was heading for...
The nude beach for my date of sorts with Much Younger Woman. Sunshine. Naked queers, mostly men. Frisbee & seaweed in the lake. Smooches while treading water.
Thence to chez
theda & balzacq, where I got to say an all-too-infrequent yeau to my People in Black. Mm, eetz. I have to love a crowd where I can talk about all my... activities in front of pre-teen children without causing a ruckus. I asked speedie316 if I had, in fact, been hit on. She and a certain tall redhead are convinced that I was.Next step: Chocolati, same time tomorrow? Walk up & down nearby stretches of N 80th St. possibly with a sign that says, "Maura from [my street]"? 'Cause I do that kind of thing.
