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Made it to the Seattle Erotic Art Festival with the Tickler on Friday night. This was the third year in a row I've been with her, and I remarked on how odd it is that none of her many other partners had snarfed the date before me. "You're better at planning," she said. Huh.
Anyhoo, SEAF itself was perfectly lovely, if not as crowded as I might have liked to see on opening night. Favorite piece: "Irresistible" by TP Hughes, just a photo of two nude women up close from a high angle, one about to kiss the other on the back of the shoulder. Yeah, I tend to go for what the Tickler calls "PG". Runner up: "Stretch", by Dennis O'Neill, which set this latex enthusiast's heart aflutter.
I'll tell you what: the Tickler's knowledge of restaurants in this city is formidable. For dinner Friday night she recommended that we meet up at No Anchor, which is a fairly small and crowded gastropub in a brand new building in Belltown. The rich hipster aesthetic made me suspicious, but those people are serious about their food. A+ would nom again, but make a reservation or show up early. And then for brunch yesterday she took us all the way to White Center for Noble Barton. Less hipster but not without their influence, big food, pretty great. I'm impressed that she knows the eats that far from where she lives.
SFDs, mostly in consultation with the Tickler via text:
Starting to get my ducks in a row for surgery. Somebody's got to drive me around because I'll be high on Percocet, and also make sure I don't, you know, stop breathing for the first twenty-four hours. The Tickler kindly offered to cross town & help me out at least a little. I'll probably take her up on that because I don't want m'boy to miss class or work.
Anyhoo, SEAF itself was perfectly lovely, if not as crowded as I might have liked to see on opening night. Favorite piece: "Irresistible" by TP Hughes, just a photo of two nude women up close from a high angle, one about to kiss the other on the back of the shoulder. Yeah, I tend to go for what the Tickler calls "PG". Runner up: "Stretch", by Dennis O'Neill, which set this latex enthusiast's heart aflutter.
I'll tell you what: the Tickler's knowledge of restaurants in this city is formidable. For dinner Friday night she recommended that we meet up at No Anchor, which is a fairly small and crowded gastropub in a brand new building in Belltown. The rich hipster aesthetic made me suspicious, but those people are serious about their food. A+ would nom again, but make a reservation or show up early. And then for brunch yesterday she took us all the way to White Center for Noble Barton. Less hipster but not without their influence, big food, pretty great. I'm impressed that she knows the eats that far from where she lives.
SFDs, mostly in consultation with the Tickler via text:
- latex LBD from Syren
- Fluevog Francesca boots, which are my comfiest heels but still did me in after three hours
- black patent collar from Sin (Remember them?)
- red coral & brass necklace & earrings
- red chinoiserie clutch that was a birthday present from Taller Woman
- bare legs, baybee
Starting to get my ducks in a row for surgery. Somebody's got to drive me around because I'll be high on Percocet, and also make sure I don't, you know, stop breathing for the first twenty-four hours. The Tickler kindly offered to cross town & help me out at least a little. I'll probably take her up on that because I don't want m'boy to miss class or work.
