sistawendy | Nun smells better, shakes Bohemian booty.

I watched some of Portlandia with the Wendling on Friday night. He likes it, but he needed a little help in getting it. It's just barely age appropriate, I think: some sexual content, no violence. It's one of those shows where you have to listen fast, and that's something he has trouble with.

For a couple of hours yesterday, I kept a promise: I went to the Bellevue Nordstrom perfume counter, where a former co-worker of mine had me snort dozens of perfumes. (If you go there, ask for Kelly the Australian and tell her I sent you.) It was pretty funny to see how into it she is. I suppose you'd have to be to do that job.

I now have several samples to wear to work and think about; even I knew that perfume smells completely different when it's on somebody. Dior's Addict smells heavenly on

intrepid_reason, but I didn't like it on paper so I gave it a pass. Something new might be nice; it might even keep Nibs from whining at me so much: she hates Angel, which I've been wearing since what, '05?

An announcement for a party called Dress to Get Laid came over one of the Burner mailing lists a few weeks ago, so I went after catching some always-lovely Vixy and Tony. DtGL was a solid good time overall, but the most remarkable thing about it was the venue: a studio & living space for a few artists in Ballard called the Josephine after Josephine Baker, whose photo appears prominently behind the DJ booth. About half the walls, including the tall ones in the dance space, are covered in murals, some of them astoundingly intricate. There are decorations and mixed media pieces everywhere, with twisty little passages, crazily steep steps, and doors to nowhere. Not even the toilet was normal. I want to move in, of course.

People did indeed dress to get laid, and what party in Seattle would be complete without meeting a cute, kinky bi girl? Fave DJ: Weaver, who is as I recall a friend of

leenerella's. Makedon brought the less often danceable Balkan beats, but he deserves an honorable mention, as does the more out-there closer MQuin, m.k.a. Melissa Quintanilha.