a pleasantly odd early morning phone call

I took one of the oddest phone calls of my life at about 0610 this morning. It wasn't from a family member on the east coast, thank goodness, but from Lady Raven down in Portland. She's the one who organizes the huge and amazing Vampire Masquerade Ball and Vespertine Ball down in Portland. She'd been up all night storyboarding her ideas for the performances for the Vespertine Ball at the end of this year, and she had an idea that she wanted to ask me about. It seems wrong to reveal that idea here, but I think it's a really good one and I told her so.

Here's where it gets odd: she doesn't know me all that well. I reminded her that we probably met at least ten years ago at a stitch & bitch at chez alexiarnps. (Remember them?) When it comes to planning events, jeez, I don't know any more than most people. Why talk to me? Well, probably because I was a) the sort of person who loves the Vampire Ball and b) awake and alert at 0600 on a Saturday, unlike most such people. I didn't mind because

1. I had just woken up, even if I was still in bed checking my phone.
2. Her idea is really good and deserves respect.
3. She's Lady fucking Raven. Among the PNW Goth crowd, she's earned some celebrity over the last couple of decades.
4. She's pretty cute. No, I have no reason to think she's queer.

She claimed not to know that I'm over 50 and trans. Oh, Lady Raven, flattery will get you a lot. Luckily for me, you don't seem to want much from me. I can't help her directly, but I think I know people who can.