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a wild (?) night on the internet
Mar. 22nd, 2020 09:47 amI had my first Skype date with the Tickler during the COVID-19 outbreak. It's worth noting that it's not our first Skype date ever because she used to do long business trips overseas during which I'd be her amateur cam girl. My outfit? Fluevog Soft Rock ankle boots, a black lace thong, jewelry. Yes, I put on makeup because that's what I do for dates.
The Tickler is trying to close on a house in Tacoma, and there's some urgency in the matter: the lease on her current place runs out next month, and her landlady-cum-ex is eager to sell the place quickly. It isn't emotionally fraught, but the timetable isn't exactly easy.
( Sexy stuff under here. )
It was good to see her and I'm relieved that she's doing as well as she is; she's self-isolating because a co-worker tested positive, which is ironic because she usually works from home normally and doesn't spend much time near her co-workers. Still, I guess I was expecting something more than video - even solid video, thanks Skype - could deliver. We started yawning, air-kissed, and signed off after just under 90 minutes.
I got ready for bed, climbed in, and saw a message from R of R&J fame*. JQ, the usual Friday night DJ at the Mercury, was doing a live Twitch stream of a set. I didn't have Twitch, but I signed up toute de suite and jumped on. It was a pretty great set, and best of all, dozens of Goths including Mercury staff and old-schoolers from the SeaGoth bulletin board who haven been to the Merc in years were on the chat. That right there was the highlight of my weekend. I was blasting Goth music from my phone while on my back in bed right around midnight, probably annoying the upstairs neighbors**. I was tempted to pour myself some absinthe, but didn't. Mental note: I need to throw JQ and the rest of the Merc staff some cash.
Plan for today: exercise, cook, dehydrate.
*I really need to come up with nicknames for those two. I know: IOnan & Fashionista, respectively! Yes, there's a good explanation for those.
**If I have to hear their sex, they have to hear my music.
The Tickler is trying to close on a house in Tacoma, and there's some urgency in the matter: the lease on her current place runs out next month, and her landlady-cum-ex is eager to sell the place quickly. It isn't emotionally fraught, but the timetable isn't exactly easy.
( Sexy stuff under here. )
It was good to see her and I'm relieved that she's doing as well as she is; she's self-isolating because a co-worker tested positive, which is ironic because she usually works from home normally and doesn't spend much time near her co-workers. Still, I guess I was expecting something more than video - even solid video, thanks Skype - could deliver. We started yawning, air-kissed, and signed off after just under 90 minutes.
I got ready for bed, climbed in, and saw a message from R of R&J fame*. JQ, the usual Friday night DJ at the Mercury, was doing a live Twitch stream of a set. I didn't have Twitch, but I signed up toute de suite and jumped on. It was a pretty great set, and best of all, dozens of Goths including Mercury staff and old-schoolers from the SeaGoth bulletin board who haven been to the Merc in years were on the chat. That right there was the highlight of my weekend. I was blasting Goth music from my phone while on my back in bed right around midnight, probably annoying the upstairs neighbors**. I was tempted to pour myself some absinthe, but didn't. Mental note: I need to throw JQ and the rest of the Merc staff some cash.
Plan for today: exercise, cook, dehydrate.
*I really need to come up with nicknames for those two. I know: IOnan & Fashionista, respectively! Yes, there's a good explanation for those.
**If I have to hear their sex, they have to hear my music.
