sistawendy | wimmins

Too much fabulous Ethiopian food at Meskel and much cuddling, etc. with the Tickler. And much listening to music: she extracted solemn promises from me to ask her out to bleepy dancing (Yay!), listen to more music with her, and to, like, nudge her electronically more often. She shares my depraved love of super-queer disco and techno in general. ♥!

We're (still) at that stage where we're trying to be nice to each other but not communicating very well: she asked me if I wanted to go back to my place, which is in the north end, or hers, which is in West Seattle southwest of downtown & the Central District, where we were eating. I said her place because it would minimize driving for her; I was of course assuming that I could sleep over as I had in the past and bus back in the morning. (I admit to enjoying the bus of fame.) But she offered me a ride home after 2300. Oh. I accepted, because it sure beat transferring from the C to the E downtown at midnight. On the way north, though, she said she would have been OK with a sleepover. At least one of us is meshuggah, probably both.

Oh, by the way: as I was walking from the bus stop to Meskel, who should I see but the Norwegian? She was talking to some pink-haired dude, but I had to say hi, of course. She likes Ethiopian but doesn't like Meskel, to my considerable shock.