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The night of began with dinner at (Where else?) Cafe Flora. The number attending, as I anticipated it, went from eleven to two to a very ecclectic five over the 24 hours prior, but we did manage to have seats for everyone. Cafe Flora is always dependable for yum.
The five of us piled into my Sanctimobile for the trip to the Wildrose, where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupcake_goth & Pleiades were waiting for me. cupcake_goth was there for the difficult beginning of all this transition business, so I was thrilled to see her there for the end. And yay puzzle box of rare cosmetic joy!
When I first sent out the invitation, I joked about taking over the Wildrose. It was a good joke until it happened! Every one from my Evangelical office neighbor to a fabulous kinkster or two showed up between 9:00 and midnight. We ended up eventually taking over three of the seven or so tables, to the relief of the staff and me. I hope nobody felt shortchanged for facetime with me; I tried to talk to everybody at least a little.
Oh yeah:spinnerin_ftw, who introduced me to SEAF and the CSPC (then officially the Wet Spot) and whom I hadn't seen in at least five years, took the train up from Portland. To see me. Gobsmacked, as they say in Limeyspeak.
A couple of you gave me flowers, which I wasn't expecting and which are currently sitting just on the other side of my laptop screen. I've never gotten flowers outside the hospital before. ♥ ♥ ♥
Um, lots of drinking happened. People bought me more than one. I had a nice veggie dog at Po' Dog afterwards, and hunger wasn't the only reason for that.
A funny thing about the Rose: after midnight, there were empty tables and a lot of straights, including dudebros. The last five of us got to watch a large, obnoxious gangsta type get escorted out by the staff, followed soon by the arrival of a couple of police officers from their station a couple of blocks away.
The Rose has somehow acquired a fearsome reputation for making men and bisexual women uncomfortable. I've no idea how this happened; maybe it was different before my time. It's a bar, with a dance floor, and a whole lot of lesbians in it. It's mellow. Try the tacos.
Now that I'm out of transition milestones, does this mean I'm going to be just another lesbian starting over in middle age? Don't count on it. Wacky hijinks will ensue, I guarantee you, and I'll be writing about them right here.
The five of us piled into my Sanctimobile for the trip to the Wildrose, where
cupcake_goth & Pleiades were waiting for me. cupcake_goth was there for the difficult beginning of all this transition business, so I was thrilled to see her there for the end. And yay puzzle box of rare cosmetic joy!When I first sent out the invitation, I joked about taking over the Wildrose. It was a good joke until it happened! Every one from my Evangelical office neighbor to a fabulous kinkster or two showed up between 9:00 and midnight. We ended up eventually taking over three of the seven or so tables, to the relief of the staff and me. I hope nobody felt shortchanged for facetime with me; I tried to talk to everybody at least a little.
Oh yeah:
spinnerin_ftw, who introduced me to SEAF and the CSPC (then officially the Wet Spot) and whom I hadn't seen in at least five years, took the train up from Portland. To see me. Gobsmacked, as they say in Limeyspeak.A couple of you gave me flowers, which I wasn't expecting and which are currently sitting just on the other side of my laptop screen. I've never gotten flowers outside the hospital before. ♥ ♥ ♥
Um, lots of drinking happened. People bought me more than one. I had a nice veggie dog at Po' Dog afterwards, and hunger wasn't the only reason for that.
A funny thing about the Rose: after midnight, there were empty tables and a lot of straights, including dudebros. The last five of us got to watch a large, obnoxious gangsta type get escorted out by the staff, followed soon by the arrival of a couple of police officers from their station a couple of blocks away.
The Rose has somehow acquired a fearsome reputation for making men and bisexual women uncomfortable. I've no idea how this happened; maybe it was different before my time. It's a bar, with a dance floor, and a whole lot of lesbians in it. It's mellow. Try the tacos.
Now that I'm out of transition milestones, does this mean I'm going to be just another lesbian starting over in middle age? Don't count on it. Wacky hijinks will ensue, I guarantee you, and I'll be writing about them right here.
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Date: 2012-03-05 02:46 am (UTC)From:my visit with friends ended with Chinese New Year's dinner at the god-grandmother's house, after which I had a breakdown with my legs. No idea what the deal was but they just stopped being on my side. :|
While i am doing a lot better today, it meant that I spent all of last night sitting on my bed with my feet up. Bleah.
I am glad you had a really good time.
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