sistawendy | nun about town - OK, an aspiring nun about town

I got my dance on at the weekly Flammable night at Re-bar last night, and I got so warm I had to take my tights off in the bathroom. Good for the soul, that is. I got three compliments on the skirt that used to belong to

icprncs, the short white one with the black roses. One of the bartenders (Carla the part owner?) asked why she hadn't seen me in a while, so I got to tell her about the Grand Snip. She said I looked happy.

It's a pity that a) the only people who recognize me at Flammable are the staff, and that b) people who go that night are 75% gay men. Pretty gay men, but still. I wish there were a regular lesbian night that doesn't end at 10:00 like Hot Flash, and doesn't have music I despise like Cherry.

It still kills me a little that I've missed socializing at the Vampire Ball, Norwescon, and the goth prom this spring. I need to make contact with friends before I start voting Republican or something.

Pondering Monday night trivia at the Wildrose. Any takers?