From the Dept. of Satisfaction: the talkative, powerfully annoying older lady of Chinese extraction got quite a surprise yesterday when she saw me dressed up in my Suffragette best.
I got to Norwegian's house earlier than I expected - thanks, Metro! Hanging out on sidewalks in the CD at night in costume means strangers talk to you. It was a little out-freaking, but I don't think I was in any real danger, which was a good thing considering the boots that I usually wear with that costume.
Norwegian's party was lovely, with a house full of visual punster costumes, e.g. Avocato and Bob Moss. Had a nice chat with
xaotica about many things, including 50th birthday plans. (Mental note: follow up.) There was a professional costumer there looking fab in an 18th century gown. Historical costume fight! I did my flirtation right: I didn't snog the lovely lady in all the makeup until I was on my way out the door.
My oil is changed, my hem is repaired, and soon I'll dress up fetch the Tickler for the SEAF Seduction party. Part of me thinks I should wear a sexy costume to a sexy party; the rest me says to fuck that because of the election. And fuck it I shall.
I got to Norwegian's house earlier than I expected - thanks, Metro! Hanging out on sidewalks in the CD at night in costume means strangers talk to you. It was a little out-freaking, but I don't think I was in any real danger, which was a good thing considering the boots that I usually wear with that costume.
Norwegian's party was lovely, with a house full of visual punster costumes, e.g. Avocato and Bob Moss. Had a nice chat with
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My oil is changed, my hem is repaired, and soon I'll dress up fetch the Tickler for the SEAF Seduction party. Part of me thinks I should wear a sexy costume to a sexy party; the rest me says to fuck that because of the election. And fuck it I shall.