how to win at weekend
Friday night: Shiny H's birthday party. She & her sweetie Shiny G were kind enough to have a little pre-funk at a fancy joint, the Backdoor, within walking distance of my place. There I learned that Shiny G's ex has descended into mental illness to the point where everyone fears for their children's safety. The tales are worthy of Hollywood with confiscated and destroyed phones, and escapes on foot through the woods and down freeways. But Shiny H & G are handling it.
I asked Shiny G at one point, "How can [your ex] even function?"
"She doesn't," said G. She has nearly exhausted her once considerable assets, and has stopped paying the lawyers who got a lot of that cash. Goddess willing, the wack will stop.
But thence to the Mercury. If you haven't watched an elf queen — Shiny H — in a leather corset & waist length blonde hair dance, you haven't lived.
I caught either the last or next-to-last train to the north end. Go me, I guess, for saving money and at least trying to get reasonable sleep.
Saturday evening: I hit the Wildrose with Taller Woman, who practically grew up there in the late '80s and early '90s, sneaking in and teaching the baby butches that yes, femmes can be dykes too. (Yeah, that was necessary back then.) She cried about the people she's lost, both long ago to AIDS and recently to cancer.
Taller Woman hadn't been to the Pike/Pine corridor in a long time. She was surprised by, first, the difficulty of finding parking. (She has an excuse for not taking transit: living way out in the 'burbs where there basically isn't any.) She also noticed an increase in trash since before the pandemic, which I'd noticed too. Le sigh.
Thence to Neighbours, so spelled even here in the US of A, for theHot Flash Inferno night aimed at older dykes. Back in the early '90s it was the place to be for all flavors of queer. Even I danced on the speakers in thigh-high boots at one point. The place has been bought by an out-of-state company that owns several gay bars, and they've renovated the place. No more dancing on speakers allowed. Taller Woman is right that the setup for Inferno needs to be sexier, but it's not a bad place to be a dirty old woman. And I gotta love a woman older than I am workin' the skinny tie.
Taller Woman was hungry and had never been to Lost Lake, the best 24-hour eetz in the city and oh so queer. She approved. And she gave me a ride home, which was considerably out of her way.
That night with TW was an excellent non-date. Now that I think about it, my non-date with Tacoma Girl a while back was also fabulous, but in a different way. Have I discovered... non-dating? Mabye, but I'm not about to give up dating.
I asked Shiny G at one point, "How can [your ex] even function?"
"She doesn't," said G. She has nearly exhausted her once considerable assets, and has stopped paying the lawyers who got a lot of that cash. Goddess willing, the wack will stop.
But thence to the Mercury. If you haven't watched an elf queen — Shiny H — in a leather corset & waist length blonde hair dance, you haven't lived.
I caught either the last or next-to-last train to the north end. Go me, I guess, for saving money and at least trying to get reasonable sleep.
Saturday evening: I hit the Wildrose with Taller Woman, who practically grew up there in the late '80s and early '90s, sneaking in and teaching the baby butches that yes, femmes can be dykes too. (Yeah, that was necessary back then.) She cried about the people she's lost, both long ago to AIDS and recently to cancer.
Taller Woman hadn't been to the Pike/Pine corridor in a long time. She was surprised by, first, the difficulty of finding parking. (She has an excuse for not taking transit: living way out in the 'burbs where there basically isn't any.) She also noticed an increase in trash since before the pandemic, which I'd noticed too. Le sigh.
Thence to Neighbours, so spelled even here in the US of A, for the
Taller Woman was hungry and had never been to Lost Lake, the best 24-hour eetz in the city and oh so queer. She approved. And she gave me a ride home, which was considerably out of her way.
That night with TW was an excellent non-date. Now that I think about it, my non-date with Tacoma Girl a while back was also fabulous, but in a different way. Have I discovered... non-dating? Mabye, but I'm not about to give up dating.