sistawendy: me in the Mercury's alley with the wind catching my hair (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
Thursday night Halloween pre-funk: [livejournal.com profile] m_cobweb & [livejournal.com profile] darkmane came over to chez moi for absinthe & munchies. Happiness! Come to me, my peeps.

From the Dept. of Whaaaat: I rescued an earthworm from my bathroom yesterday morning. It crawled out from under my scale, so I scooped it up and flung it into the grass out front.

Yesterday: Wore the Blue Confection for the first time in nine years, and fifteen years since it was made, to work, where Halloween is SRS BSNS. I added a couple of pieces of nice, comfy rope to my wrists to indicate that I'd escaped from the pirates who'd captured me. The highlight of my workday was volunteering to hand out candy to trick-or-treating kids from my desk. All of them, no matter how small and filterless, took me for a woman. It took me a few seconds to remember that a couple of years ago, that didn't happen.

Thence with the Tickler to a splendidly crowded party thrown by a friend of hers. Chatted with a lovely green fairy with small absinthe bottles tied around her waist who made her fabulous costume. Why do I keep meeting women when I'm on dates with other women? Why? Luckily, the Tickler has a gazillion partners herself, so she's a-OK with that sort of thing.

Back to the Tickler's, where you know what happened - or started to happen. It seems that the tickler has a recurring, uncomfortable health issue that hasn't quite been diagnosed, and for which an invasive procedure is scheduled next week. Poor Tickler. Some cuddling, much sleep, her two cats being adorable at night and jerks in the morning, and then taking the C & E lines home in costume but without makeup. I'm really glad I made my cloak so heavy all those years ago: it's seriously windy & rainy today.

And now, time to get ready for the three (!) Halloween parties thrown by friends this evening.

Oh: my son has passed his driver's test by one point. Celebratory eats were had. You guys might want to avoid the 425 area code for a while.

Date: 2015-10-31 11:22 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] randomdreams.livejournal.com
Woo hoo congrats to your son!

I'm really curious about the earthworm. You're in an apartment, right? and not even on the first floor?

Date: 2015-10-31 11:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sistawendy.livejournal.com
I'm in an apartment on the ground floor. The only explanation I can think of is that the worm, which was a pretty big one by earthworm standards, hitched a ride on somebody's shoe and managed to hang out under the scale at least overnight. I can't believe it crawled all the way in from outside without being spotted or stepped on.

Date: 2015-11-01 12:03 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] randomdreams.livejournal.com
I was wondering if there's a foundation gap through which it snuck.

Date: 2015-11-01 12:21 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] sistawendy.livejournal.com
It's a 1950s building, so I can't rule it out.

Date: 2015-11-01 03:33 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] randomdreams.livejournal.com
Things I learned: earthworms don't really drown. When they start crawling everywhere, it's because it's sufficiently wet that they can make long-distance romance runs without dehydrating.

Date: 2015-11-01 02:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] staxxy.livejournal.com
good stuff.

pass my love along to all the parties. I am really very sad to be missing everything.

Date: 2015-11-02 09:11 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ivy
ivy: (grey hand-drawn crow)
Are there confection pictures? That sounds grand!

Date: 2015-11-02 03:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sistawendy.livejournal.com
Stay tuned. I may have a good one from work.

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