Dinner at Capitol Cider - gluten free - and ice cream, and Christmas shopping at Elliott Bay with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rigel_p. I got to tell her all about Folsom and dating and birthday, oh my! In between coughs, which Everyday Music seemed to weirdly exacerbate.
Where things got a little strange was when we decided it was time to go home, around 2215. We could hear, but not see, a man being loudly mentally ill or otherwise unpleasant, on or more likely right next to a 49 on Broadway. The 49 didn't move and kept its flashers on. No fewer than four police cars zoomed up asrigel_p and I discussed transportation options. The yelling stopped somewhere in there.
She quietly expressed a strong desire to GTFO of there fast, even though the bus was at the other end of the block from us and across the street. Luckily, we were kitty corner from Capitol Hill station, and downtown is the best place to catch a bus or car share anyway. And she'd never noticed the Jet Kiss art installation, which I love.
Why so nervous? I don't know. She's got significantly less to fear from cops in general than I do, and I wasn't worried. It's worth noting, though, that her birth father was abusive.
We got to my usual bus stop across from work, and she didn't want me waiting alone in the cold and drizzle. She proposed that I drive her to her hotel up north - which, as I said, I would have been thrilled to do (Shaddup) had my son not had my car. So she hopped in an Uber (grr) after extracting a promise from me to text when I got home. I did.
Folks, I've taken the bus home at all kinds of ungodly hours. 2300 last night was fine as usual, human-wise, if a little chilly & damp.
In summation,rigel_p continues to be amazing. And full of surprises. And really pretty.
Burning birthday party questions:
rigel_p. I got to tell her all about Folsom and dating and birthday, oh my! In between coughs, which Everyday Music seemed to weirdly exacerbate.Where things got a little strange was when we decided it was time to go home, around 2215. We could hear, but not see, a man being loudly mentally ill or otherwise unpleasant, on or more likely right next to a 49 on Broadway. The 49 didn't move and kept its flashers on. No fewer than four police cars zoomed up as
rigel_p and I discussed transportation options. The yelling stopped somewhere in there.She quietly expressed a strong desire to GTFO of there fast, even though the bus was at the other end of the block from us and across the street. Luckily, we were kitty corner from Capitol Hill station, and downtown is the best place to catch a bus or car share anyway. And she'd never noticed the Jet Kiss art installation, which I love.
Why so nervous? I don't know. She's got significantly less to fear from cops in general than I do, and I wasn't worried. It's worth noting, though, that her birth father was abusive.
We got to my usual bus stop across from work, and she didn't want me waiting alone in the cold and drizzle. She proposed that I drive her to her hotel up north - which, as I said, I would have been thrilled to do (Shaddup) had my son not had my car. So she hopped in an Uber (grr) after extracting a promise from me to text when I got home. I did.
Folks, I've taken the bus home at all kinds of ungodly hours. 2300 last night was fine as usual, human-wise, if a little chilly & damp.
In summation,
rigel_p continues to be amazing. And full of surprises. And really pretty.Burning birthday party questions:
- How much sushi per person?
- How do I count someone who doesn't respond to the invitation in any way? Showing up after failing to RSVP when asked is pretty tacky, but people do it.
