sistawendy: me in the Mercury's alley with the wind catching my hair (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
This was one of those weekends when I was either too busy or too tired to post.

Saturday, daytime:
Hit the hardware store.
Didn't check my shopping list and thereby forgot one item.
Dropped off boots to be repaired. Chatted with sweet young thing behind the counter who was wearing a "protect trans kids" button.
Went to the post office to pick up mail because my mailbox is (again) broken. Got a coupon for the very same hardware store I'd been to this morning. So that worked out.

Saturday night:
Italian eats with Shiny H & G in Belltown. Went to the Crocodile's new space and took in some Latin-flavored house music in the small upstairs room. We didn't hate it, but we didn't love it enough to stay long. Thence to the Rendezvous, where the night H had thought was happening wasn't. Thence to the Merc. It turns out that some of my friends are friends are friends of Shiny H's ex, whom I don't recall meeting. H and her ex have said plenty of bad things about each other. Le sigh.

Sunday:
The Siberian Siren has returned! She and her wife have a new place over in the next county. Good: she's happy with her wife, her dogs, and her real estate deals. Bad: she's given up on having a kid, and she considers monogamy a sacrifice. Living in the South restricted her, uh, extracurricular activities. They'd been living in Memphis the whole time they were away, and she describes the place as a crime-ridden hellhole; she's hardly alone in that assessment. But! I'm glad she's back, and I really enjoyed seeing her.

Here's the difference between the SS & Funny Lady: neither of them show up on time, but at least the Siren will give me updates on her ETA. And she lives so far out that the driving alone is a reasonable excuse for being late. That's a trip I won't be asking her to make often if she isn't already making it for some other reason.
sistawendy: me in my nurse costume looking weirded out (weirded out)
For the first time since much earlier in the pandemic, I had a video call with the Siberian Siren. She had a whole lot to say. Most of the call was her talking, and as anyone who's ever met me in person will attest, that's remarkable.

Her big news? She got married! Yeah, she met a slightly older butch engineer, T, from South America* in the fall of '19, and they basically shut themselves in together as the pandemic destroyed the SS's business. The SS's immigrant Russian parents even approve, as much as they'd ever approve of a woman. The SS seems happier than I've ever seen her. The Siren's sweetie travels a lot for work on short notice, but if anyone can roll with that, it's the SS.

Given the operatic breakups that the Siren has been through, many of which I had a front row seat for, she definitely had it coming. Do I envy her? Yes, but not as much as you or even I would think. Sure, I'd love to have found Ms. Right by now, but for some excellent reasons I haven't made much of an effort for the last sixteen months or so. It isn't as if I expected any other outcome.



*Does the SS have a type? Ooooh yeah.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
Here in the quarantine era when we're all living online, long video calls count as news. I Skyped the Siberian Siren last night. It was a great surprise to me to see her in a tiger onesie. Remember, the SS back in the day was one of the most skillful & glamorous high femmes I've ever met. Come to think of it, though, that onesie went well with her red hair.

She was busy unpacking after a move. She's got one partner living with her, but she had to leave the other one in Mill Creek. She's had to shut down her real estate business. I'm not entirely clear on the details of it, but I do know that she poured everything into it. Damn. She's a tough lady who's been through a lot - immigrating to North America at the age of ten, being a lesbian daughter of Russian parents - but what she did was so much of who she was. I'm glad she's got her family in the area helping her and somebody living with her.

What am I doing when I'm not working? Reading a library book, riding my bike in the morning, plotting world domination - the usual, really.

Speaking of riding my bike in the morning, Seattle parks have closed their parking lots. It's legal to go to them, provided you maintain proper social distance of 6' (2m) from anyone else. Early on weekday mornings that's easy, but it might not be on the weekends, which will drive me onto the streets. Gosh, I sure hope I don't run into a door or get run over because the hospitals are full of COVID-19 patients.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
The Siberian Siren invited me on short notice to a wine & cheese party at her place of business; I hadn't seen her in ages. I didn't get to talk to her much, but she does confirm that her business is good and her love life is crazy, more or less as usual. The partner that I thought she'd recently broken up with was there, and the two of them were acting distinctly not broken up. There's a story in there somewhere, but it didn't seem like the time and place to ask the SS to tell that story. She looked fabulous as always.

The point of this party, as near as I can gather, was to sell art. Fancy building, fancy drinks, hipster people. The art was... not what I was looking for. Kind of anodyne, I thought, but considering that the SS buys art for the properties she rents, that makes good sense from a business perspective. The Siren is nothing if not an excellent businesswoman, which she got one way or another from her mother.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
I've been hibernating in my lake place today because a) it's cold out there with chunky rain and b) I've been slightly hung over from the Merc last night. You'd think I'd know better by now, but it was good to see peeps.

But before the Merc, dinner with the Siberian Siren at the Highline. I spent most of that time listening to her describe how her real estate business is blowing up in a good way. If you've got to have a Russian oligarch, I'd rather have an anti-racist lesbian Russian oligarch who's all about helping out other women. Real estate is... kind of interesting? I guess? But I'm happy for her. She's worked hard and gone through a lot.
sistawendy: a cartoon of me in club clothes (dolly)
Went to the Siberian Siren's round-numbered birthday shenanigans at Witness last night. She wearing an unusually subdued knee length black dress. She seemed genuinely a little bummed about being "old". Oh please, sweetie, was what I essentially told her. Bonus: I got to meet her brother, who's pretty much exactly as I would have expected, only cuter. I was about to tell him how she & I met, when this happened:

SS: I try to scandalize my brother...
SW: [rubs hands together]
SS: ...as little as possible.
SW: Aww.
SSBro: There are some things about my sister that I don't want to know.
SW: You speak for my sister.

Before the SS had even invited me to her party, though, I'd bought a ticket to see Moby at Neumo's for a KEXP benefit. For those of you who don't know, he was one of the gods of the New York rave scene in the late '80s & '90s, and he's been active ever since despite a couple of bouts with substance abuse.

Moby decided to "go hard", and he brought it in the grandest old school style. I wish there'd been room enough to dance, but you know Moby's going to pack the house. I couldn't see him without squatting from my vantage point in the balcony next to one of the hanging speaker stacks - big love once again to Neumo's sound - but I could tell he was all business behind the decks, another old school tradition of which I approve. Best Moby moment: a sample from Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song", which my Evil Sister hunted down import vinyl of before she turned to, you know, evil.

The crowd? A fair number of people Moby's age (which is roughly my age), but also plenty of younger beardos and even a few sweet young thangs. It was nice to see the whippersnappers appreciating him. Nobody acted like jerks.

Where it got weird was that his set of about 90 minutes was followed by local soul artist Grace Love & the True Loves. Yes, they're fine, but seriously? Did we as a city just dis Moby? Surely not.

Returned to Witness and had a lovely chat with a cute friend of the SS's - who is straight & married. Her hubby was right across the table from us, even. Dammit. Still, it was an excellent evening.

PS: One of my neighbors just invited me over to their place. He's dressed nice, and I'm still in my workout clothes from attempting to move boxes at the old place this afternoon, just minutes after I told [livejournal.com profile] cupcake_goth I'd be out dancing with her. If only my dating life were going as well as my G-rated social life.
sistawendy: a cartoon of me in club clothes (dolly)
Last night: the little party at the Siberian Siren's. It was all perfectly lovely for me, but there was only one male guest surrounded by women, girly girls all. It's a wonder he didn't spontaneously grow boobs from all the estrogen in the air; I hope we didn't bore him. He did, however, bring some righteous coquito, which is Puerto Rico's version of eggnog. It was a potluck, in the grandest lesbian tradition, and the food was way tasty.

Tonight: scouring the east side in search of far eastern eats to share with m'boy. We followed the Wendling's suggestion, and scored big: Blue Ginger, my favorite Korean place, was open and fortunately not completely mobbed. After we snarfed the customary preserved veggie side dishes (banchan), they offered us more thrice; odd, but OK. I couldn't help but remember the lunches I used to have there with the late [livejournal.com profile] queenofthenight right around the start Full Time. The last time I saw her was over Korean eats, come to think of it.

On to Re-bar, which has no cover tonight and is guaranteed to be a sardine scene. ♥!

ETA: I finally tried out the electrically heated insoles today. They work splendidly! No more numb toes!
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume looking up (skeptic coy Gorey tilted down)
OK, the long version: for the party that the Siberian Siren is throwing imminently, she wanted the table that her sweetie AJ assembled in a storage space in a building the SS manages. That means the table was six blocks from her swank new place. Okey doke, so last night the SS borrowed an SUV, and secured the services of a gay dude and me.

The table is tall (AJ, who does most of the cooking, is 6'.), heavy, and non-decomposable. The gay dude & I took one look at the table & SUV together and thought, 'Uh oh.' We gave it the old college try, but there was no getting the table into the car. Luckily, it has wheels. Good, solid steel wheels.

Six blocks of pushing, steering, breaking stuff, and giggling later, the SS & I weren't sore, but we were nearly deaf. Those wheels were loud. It's a good thing Capitol Hill residents expect quiet after 2200.

I promised the SS I'd drink all her booze tonight because a) I earned it last night and b) since the Siren doesn't drink much anyway because she's the Worst Russian Ever.

Unrelated music squee: Of Montreal, the whole Skeletal Lamping LP. Oh. Em. Gee!

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