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all the outings
Apr. 20th, 2025 09:49 amFriday lunch: my son took me out for a burger. We talked about current events because we always do that.
Friday dinner: Funny Lady took me out for a very belated birthday dinner at Shiro's. Excellent company, and some of the best sushi in town.
Saturday morning: the Lambert House trans group facilitators got together at Lost Lake. (We ended up sitting in the Comet and ordering from Lost Lake's kitchen, which was a bit weird, but I'll take it. Moral: if you want a table in Lost Lake proper on a Saturday, be there by 9:30.) We talked about trans stuff. And facilitating. And Lambert House. It's a weirdly comfortable feeling to hang out with a group of people who Get You in ways that hardly anyone else does.
Saturday evening: Pony with Tacoma Girl. I hadn't been since before the pandemic, and she'd never been. It's very gay, with big photos of naked men (and one trans woman) on the walls, sculptures of genitalia hanging from the ceiling, and a sticker game that in places rivals the Blue Moon. Tacoma Girl is convinced that some of the graffiti is by art students. The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and Seattle Ms. Leather, who organizes the women's munch I've been to, showed up and sold us candy. The crowd is way more varied and thereby interesting than the one at, say, Union; I think it's fair to say that Pony is a queer dive bar. Tacoma Girl loved it, natch, and so do I.
The two of us failed to scare up eats that didn't involve a long wait, so I got home at a reasonable hour via busy mass transit.
Friday dinner: Funny Lady took me out for a very belated birthday dinner at Shiro's. Excellent company, and some of the best sushi in town.
Saturday morning: the Lambert House trans group facilitators got together at Lost Lake. (We ended up sitting in the Comet and ordering from Lost Lake's kitchen, which was a bit weird, but I'll take it. Moral: if you want a table in Lost Lake proper on a Saturday, be there by 9:30.) We talked about trans stuff. And facilitating. And Lambert House. It's a weirdly comfortable feeling to hang out with a group of people who Get You in ways that hardly anyone else does.
Saturday evening: Pony with Tacoma Girl. I hadn't been since before the pandemic, and she'd never been. It's very gay, with big photos of naked men (and one trans woman) on the walls, sculptures of genitalia hanging from the ceiling, and a sticker game that in places rivals the Blue Moon. Tacoma Girl is convinced that some of the graffiti is by art students. The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence and Seattle Ms. Leather, who organizes the women's munch I've been to, showed up and sold us candy. The crowd is way more varied and thereby interesting than the one at, say, Union; I think it's fair to say that Pony is a queer dive bar. Tacoma Girl loved it, natch, and so do I.
The two of us failed to scare up eats that didn't involve a long wait, so I got home at a reasonable hour via busy mass transit.
