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a weekend of many not-my-things
Aug. 9th, 2015 08:38 pmI've spent a lot of time this weekend either farting around on the Internet or sleeping. I think it needed to happen.
Yesterday I went to the hippiest baby shower ever in a yoga studio with an astounding view of Lake Union. Yes, I loved it that the mother-to-be, E of Burning Man fame, let us write graffiti on her belly. Sure, there were beautiful women, some of whom ran in the same (ahem) circles as E. However, there were zero refreshments provided, liquid or solid, and unless you were a good blues dancer there wasn't much else to do. So I soon bailed and headed for the Merc.
Got social on. Reminisced with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cajunsblues and seelenschwester about the Blue House parties. I want another one, but for a venue you'd need basically need a space the size of my entire apartment building, with a guarantee of no grief from the neightbors. The Merc must, unfortunately, comply with laws governing establishments that sell alcohol.
Went to a party in my neighbor's house where a lady tried to sell us scented candles. Sure, nice food, drinks, and conversation, but the candles were not. My. Thing. Time to go get m'boy.
Yesterday I went to the hippiest baby shower ever in a yoga studio with an astounding view of Lake Union. Yes, I loved it that the mother-to-be, E of Burning Man fame, let us write graffiti on her belly. Sure, there were beautiful women, some of whom ran in the same (ahem) circles as E. However, there were zero refreshments provided, liquid or solid, and unless you were a good blues dancer there wasn't much else to do. So I soon bailed and headed for the Merc.
Got social on. Reminisced with
cajunsblues and seelenschwester about the Blue House parties. I want another one, but for a venue you'd need basically need a space the size of my entire apartment building, with a guarantee of no grief from the neightbors. The Merc must, unfortunately, comply with laws governing establishments that sell alcohol.Went to a party in my neighbor's house where a lady tried to sell us scented candles. Sure, nice food, drinks, and conversation, but the candles were not. My. Thing. Time to go get m'boy.
