an unintentionally playa-themed evening

Latex drinks were supposed to be at the Cha Cha Lounge, but they had a major equipment malfunction earlier that day, so up the street we bopped to the Unicorn. I learned that:

• Rubbermaid may be in Europe longer than I thought, which is a bummer for me.
• The gorgeous and charming lady I met a while back is still gorgeous and charming despite having a partner.
• I'm not the only woman who rides mass transit while wearing latex, but we both kept ours covered. It isn't warm enough not to just yet here.
• There's someone who helps run a Burning Man theme camp called Camp Frizz. They don't have much of an online presence; unlike the Space Virgins or Camp Beaverton, they don't seem to make their presence known in the default world. And I have no plans to go to TTITD; there's a long list of reasons why I might not want to go. But did my ears perk up when they mentioned Camp Frizz? Is part of me considering it seriously? You know it.

Just around the corner from the Cha Cha Lounge is Time Warp, the old sk00l video arcade with adult beverages. That's where Shelly Farnham, my Burner buddy who runs the Passable art space, was having a house-music-and-art-show night. How could I resist? It must be said, I was completely charmed by the deeply nerdy art; it had clearly been made by people who read more science fiction than I do, which isn't nothing. Also, there was an episode of original Star Trek on the huge screen above the bar. I watched the second half of it before I headed for the train. It wasn't very crowded, and I think it deserved to be.