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sistawendy) wrote2018-05-04 10:00 am
sistawendy) wrote2018-05-04 10:00 am
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Nun dons corset, finds tribe.
Went out with the delightful minim_calibre for cocktails & munchies last night, dressed in my 50th birthday outfit. The original plan was Oliver's Twist, to which I walked leisurely in my Fluevog Atrias - yes, the ones with the towering Rococo heels - only to find them closed due to a death in the family. Plan B was the Gerald in Ballard, at which the drinks & eats are way tasty and the decor is 1950s tweed-and-wood-grain Populuxe meets 21st century technopolis groovy, which is probably the way I would decorate a restaurant if I needed to and could. It was the perfect place to wear a tiara and leather corset and chat with a lady with whom I have so. Much. In. Common.
Much thanks to Mr. Calibre for driving us around. My boots were not made for walkin', saidminim_calibre. In the car was really the first time I'd ever gotten to talk much with minim_calibre's kiddo Tickybox. They're enby as all git out like all the kids these days, it seems, but with a little something extra: they're unworldly in a way that reminds me strongly of the Wendling. Tickybox, however, somehow manages to be charming in a jaw-droppingly blunt way. (Charming behavior from the Wendling would prompt me to ask him, "Who are you and what have you done with my son?") If Tickybox's parents are worried - and I'm sure they are, sometimes, because that's parenthood - they didn't show it.
minim_calibre for cocktails & munchies last night, dressed in my 50th birthday outfit. The original plan was Oliver's Twist, to which I walked leisurely in my Fluevog Atrias - yes, the ones with the towering Rococo heels - only to find them closed due to a death in the family. Plan B was the Gerald in Ballard, at which the drinks & eats are way tasty and the decor is 1950s tweed-and-wood-grain Populuxe meets 21st century technopolis groovy, which is probably the way I would decorate a restaurant if I needed to and could. It was the perfect place to wear a tiara and leather corset and chat with a lady with whom I have so. Much. In. Common.Much thanks to Mr. Calibre for driving us around. My boots were not made for walkin', said
minim_calibre. In the car was really the first time I'd ever gotten to talk much with minim_calibre's kiddo Tickybox. They're enby as all git out like all the kids these days, it seems, but with a little something extra: they're unworldly in a way that reminds me strongly of the Wendling. Tickybox, however, somehow manages to be charming in a jaw-droppingly blunt way. (Charming behavior from the Wendling would prompt me to ask him, "Who are you and what have you done with my son?") If Tickybox's parents are worried - and I'm sure they are, sometimes, because that's parenthood - they didn't show it.
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Tickybox, for all that they're a trolll, is a charming kid. I'm glad they're in my life.
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