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Nun meets new ladies and a new bridge.
Apr. 3rd, 2016 10:09 amNo post yesterday because I spent pretty much the whole day going from one place to another by various means. More on that in a minute.
You know how I went to Guerrilla Queer Bar on the wrong night Thursday night? Well, m'boy was supposed to spend Friday night with me, but he was somehow under the impression that he wasn't, and he still needed to walk the dog and pack when I got him back to the old place at 2115. So with my ex's blessing I said fuggit and headed for BalMar in Ballard, looking a little Gothier than usual*.
Anyone who knows Seattle will be unsurprised to hear that BalMar is a perfectly decent joint stuffed to the rafters with straight bros and the kind of women who associate with bros. That place sorely needed a queer invasion. Anyone who knows queers will be unsurprised to hear that the queer portion of the night was a sausage-fest - at least for the first hour or so. Ladies did eventually show up, if later and in smaller numbers than the gay boys. They (the ladies) were lovely in multiple senses, with a credible butch/femme ratio. Chatting ensued. Happiness.
I must say, though, that the entire group skewed pretty young; it is, after all, intended primarily for people new to Seattle. I regaled a few of them with tales of the goofy, seedy, Scandihoovian Ballard of the '90s.
On to yesterday! I told m'boy we'd meet at the opening of the new 520 bridge at 1300. Hahahaha. The crowds were so big the bus didn't even follow its usual route to (the new!) UW Station. I had to walk across campus, then wait half an hour for a shuttle. I found him at 1400. (I'm surprised he didn't see me first; I wore my Pride flag leggings.)
So how's the bridge? Big! New! Taller! Prettier! More traffic lanes! With shoulders! Not as steep at the high rises! It's got spiky art things that light up at night! It's got a pedestrian-and-bike lane on the north side with - get this - view spots with benches and interpretive signage. So m'boy walked our lovely 1.5 mile walk in the sun, and ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird and two co-workers. Then The Whining started.
You see, my son had brought his backpack with him. He never takes anything out of it because, he says, he's afraid he won't have it when he needs it. (We will be taking some of that stuff out here at my place.) The damn thing must weigh 25 lbs. He thought he'd have the chance to leave it at my place, but neau, time did not permit because he needed to start work at 1700. The line for the shuttle was at least 45 minutes long, and suffering from insufficient crowd management. I'm sorry to say that my son tried to talk me into cutting in line; I told him that his mother & I had raised him better than that. Good God, is there no end to his punkitude?
Got kid to work, helped ex deliver some furniture that she's selling, had takeout dinner on ex, took three (3) buses over the only remaining bridge (-520 + 234 + 550 + E = home). Immediately drove back to get m'boy and got him here.
*SFDs: black cowboy boots, silk crepe maxi-skirt under a chiffon skirt, punk-flavored belt, Dead Can Dance t-shirt, studded collar, matte dark berry MAC lipstick.
You know how I went to Guerrilla Queer Bar on the wrong night Thursday night? Well, m'boy was supposed to spend Friday night with me, but he was somehow under the impression that he wasn't, and he still needed to walk the dog and pack when I got him back to the old place at 2115. So with my ex's blessing I said fuggit and headed for BalMar in Ballard, looking a little Gothier than usual*.
Anyone who knows Seattle will be unsurprised to hear that BalMar is a perfectly decent joint stuffed to the rafters with straight bros and the kind of women who associate with bros. That place sorely needed a queer invasion. Anyone who knows queers will be unsurprised to hear that the queer portion of the night was a sausage-fest - at least for the first hour or so. Ladies did eventually show up, if later and in smaller numbers than the gay boys. They (the ladies) were lovely in multiple senses, with a credible butch/femme ratio. Chatting ensued. Happiness.
I must say, though, that the entire group skewed pretty young; it is, after all, intended primarily for people new to Seattle. I regaled a few of them with tales of the goofy, seedy, Scandihoovian Ballard of the '90s.
On to yesterday! I told m'boy we'd meet at the opening of the new 520 bridge at 1300. Hahahaha. The crowds were so big the bus didn't even follow its usual route to (the new!) UW Station. I had to walk across campus, then wait half an hour for a shuttle. I found him at 1400. (I'm surprised he didn't see me first; I wore my Pride flag leggings.)
So how's the bridge? Big! New! Taller! Prettier! More traffic lanes! With shoulders! Not as steep at the high rises! It's got spiky art things that light up at night! It's got a pedestrian-and-bike lane on the north side with - get this - view spots with benches and interpretive signage. So m'boy walked our lovely 1.5 mile walk in the sun, and ran into
solarbird and two co-workers. Then The Whining started.You see, my son had brought his backpack with him. He never takes anything out of it because, he says, he's afraid he won't have it when he needs it. (We will be taking some of that stuff out here at my place.) The damn thing must weigh 25 lbs. He thought he'd have the chance to leave it at my place, but neau, time did not permit because he needed to start work at 1700. The line for the shuttle was at least 45 minutes long, and suffering from insufficient crowd management. I'm sorry to say that my son tried to talk me into cutting in line; I told him that his mother & I had raised him better than that. Good God, is there no end to his punkitude?
Got kid to work, helped ex deliver some furniture that she's selling, had takeout dinner on ex, took three (3) buses over the only remaining bridge (-520 + 234 + 550 + E = home). Immediately drove back to get m'boy and got him here.
*SFDs: black cowboy boots, silk crepe maxi-skirt under a chiffon skirt, punk-flavored belt, Dead Can Dance t-shirt, studded collar, matte dark berry MAC lipstick.
