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A long and pleasant evening out with Funny Lady, entirely at her expense because she wanted to celebrate employment, which had eluded her for quite a while.
She took me to Shiro's, which as I've said here before is expensive and sublime sushi in Belltown. She turned me onto it, and it's a joint favorite. Gosh, I would have settled for something way cheaper, but damn, you should have first-rate sushi at least once in your life.
Thence to the Wildrose for a few beers and ogling other women where they can reasonably expect to be ogled by other women, and who may in turn be ogling other women. Fun fact: one of the Siberian Siren's exes was working the door, because how many dykes in Seattle can there possibly be? Funny Lady & I lamented the difficulty of getting the queer wimmins we know through the door. The 'Rose is the quietest, most mellow place on the Hil, and I've had one (1) small issue there which the management rectified PDQ. Funny Lady hasn't had any that I know of, and she's fabulously femme and therefore likely to be taken for straight.
Are we especially thick-skinned as dykes go? Sure, you'd expect that from me because I'm used to getting funny looks and determined to make up for lost time. But Funny Lady, the southern belle? Then again, FL's a woman of the world, having lived several years each in Paris and New York.
Then Lost Lake, which I'd somehow managed never to go into despite walking past many, many times. Finally, all-night eats that aren't terrible! I asked FL how she'd explain tater tots to the French, so she explained them in French; that's why she's Funny Lady. I ate way too many tater tots.
She took me to Shiro's, which as I've said here before is expensive and sublime sushi in Belltown. She turned me onto it, and it's a joint favorite. Gosh, I would have settled for something way cheaper, but damn, you should have first-rate sushi at least once in your life.
Thence to the Wildrose for a few beers and ogling other women where they can reasonably expect to be ogled by other women, and who may in turn be ogling other women. Fun fact: one of the Siberian Siren's exes was working the door, because how many dykes in Seattle can there possibly be? Funny Lady & I lamented the difficulty of getting the queer wimmins we know through the door. The 'Rose is the quietest, most mellow place on the Hil, and I've had one (1) small issue there which the management rectified PDQ. Funny Lady hasn't had any that I know of, and she's fabulously femme and therefore likely to be taken for straight.
Are we especially thick-skinned as dykes go? Sure, you'd expect that from me because I'm used to getting funny looks and determined to make up for lost time. But Funny Lady, the southern belle? Then again, FL's a woman of the world, having lived several years each in Paris and New York.
Then Lost Lake, which I'd somehow managed never to go into despite walking past many, many times. Finally, all-night eats that aren't terrible! I asked FL how she'd explain tater tots to the French, so she explained them in French; that's why she's Funny Lady. I ate way too many tater tots.
