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May. 23rd, 2019 01:28 pmI leave for the Vampire Ball in Portland with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
m_cobweb & darkmane on Saturday afternoon. It can't come soon enough. My outfit has been chosen - it's my 50th birthday outfit, so I feel only a tiny bit of shame for not making a more creative effort - and my packing list & directions are printed out. If you'll recall, the last time I was there I met the Temptress, which began a long & lovely relationship. Would I mind if lightning struck a second time? Hell no. And maybe this time I won't be one of those tacky dykes who make out on the dance floor, but I make no promises.
Speaking of dykes, I have a date with the Proprietress next weekend. That's lovely in and of itself, but our tentatively planned activity is at night. Problem: I've been getting up at 0600 on most weekdays for the last year and a half, ever since I changed teams at work, because I wanted to get my morning ride in before my team's meetings. This means that staying up late is harder for me than it used to be, also hello, I'm in my fifties. (Yeah, this has been a problem with dating generally of late.) I'm wondering when and how I should abuse caffeine. Yerba mate in my car or in my fridge? I certainly don't want to disappoint the Prope by pooping out on her.
But getting back to Portland, between Powell's, meeting up with friends, carpooling commitments, and a possible hangover, I wonder if I'll be able to make it to Cider Riot. They're the ones going after Nazis in court for messing with their business, so I wanted to at least sample their cider.
m_cobweb & darkmane on Saturday afternoon. It can't come soon enough. My outfit has been chosen - it's my 50th birthday outfit, so I feel only a tiny bit of shame for not making a more creative effort - and my packing list & directions are printed out. If you'll recall, the last time I was there I met the Temptress, which began a long & lovely relationship. Would I mind if lightning struck a second time? Hell no. And maybe this time I won't be one of those tacky dykes who make out on the dance floor, but I make no promises.Speaking of dykes, I have a date with the Proprietress next weekend. That's lovely in and of itself, but our tentatively planned activity is at night. Problem: I've been getting up at 0600 on most weekdays for the last year and a half, ever since I changed teams at work, because I wanted to get my morning ride in before my team's meetings. This means that staying up late is harder for me than it used to be, also hello, I'm in my fifties. (Yeah, this has been a problem with dating generally of late.) I'm wondering when and how I should abuse caffeine. Yerba mate in my car or in my fridge? I certainly don't want to disappoint the Prope by pooping out on her.
But getting back to Portland, between Powell's, meeting up with friends, carpooling commitments, and a possible hangover, I wonder if I'll be able to make it to Cider Riot. They're the ones going after Nazis in court for messing with their business, so I wanted to at least sample their cider.
