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Nun celebrates rebirthday.
Dec. 12th, 2022 06:48 amI've been late to post because I was busy. With what, you ask? My 12th rebirthday! Half a dozen people came over on Saturday night. The gathering was small but pleasant: sushi, chats, and non-distilled alcohol, as advertised. I even got to see an unusual suspect.
I put on the big, indigo-and-black dress with the printed scroll design on it from Gallery Serpentine. That's a tight fit in parts of my house,
Speaking of my house, I've got to come up with a more satisfactory arrangement of the living room furniture for gatherings. Currently, the couch faces away from the dining room table, which means I had people (including myself) sitting on the back of the couch.
[swaps couch and bouncy chairs]
Mind you, a few people who said they would didn't come, but there are all kinds of good reasons why they might not have. So, leftover sushi, which I have cooked for safety and eaten half of so far.
Yesterday was cleanup and lunch with most of the other trans group facilitators at Lambert House. There's a Middle Eastern joint called Aviv a block away that's pretty good; I'd somehow managed not to eat there despite walking past the place dozens if not hundreds of times. We vets dished dirt about the house to the noobs with their encouragement.
I put on the big, indigo-and-black dress with the printed scroll design on it from Gallery Serpentine. That's a tight fit in parts of my house,
Speaking of my house, I've got to come up with a more satisfactory arrangement of the living room furniture for gatherings. Currently, the couch faces away from the dining room table, which means I had people (including myself) sitting on the back of the couch.
[swaps couch and bouncy chairs]
Mind you, a few people who said they would didn't come, but there are all kinds of good reasons why they might not have. So, leftover sushi, which I have cooked for safety and eaten half of so far.
Yesterday was cleanup and lunch with most of the other trans group facilitators at Lambert House. There's a Middle Eastern joint called Aviv a block away that's pretty good; I'd somehow managed not to eat there despite walking past the place dozens if not hundreds of times. We vets dished dirt about the house to the noobs with their encouragement.
