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Since this week is spring break for my son, my Aspiring Ex implored me to take a day off and do something with him. For humanitarian reasons, and because I'd promised him a trip to the Science Fiction Museum, I agreed. The highlight: the horror movie section, with John Landis talking about his early days in Hollywood and the shower scene from Psycho with commentary. M'boy now wants to rent Psycho. I'm proud to say I'm bringing the boy up right.

I hung out in the nude with the most physically attractive woman I know. Pity she's just not that into me. That's right: a spa night with the Siberian Siren at Hothouse Spa, just underneath the Wildrose. So yeah, the place is full of dykes. Things worth noting:

It's small. One hot tub, a steam room, a sauna, a spot to lie down, showers, and that's pretty much it.
It's quiet, quieter than Olympus in Lynwood, but not as quiet as the staff would lead you to believe.

In case you were wondering from my previous entry, I didn't get the slightest bit of grief for being trans. The trouble maker, believe it or not, was the Siberian Siren. She brought nail stuff, and asked the nice lady at the front desk if she could use it. OK, said the nice lady, but when we started doing our nails on the edge of the hot tub, the lady in the far corner asked us not to. And in a space that small, you can smell an open bottle of acetone anywhere, so that put the kibosh on our nail plans.

Funny Lady texted me yesterday after I'd been attempting to contact her all week. We have a date tomorrow! Her week has been less than stellar. More news as I have it.

Things that make me happy: getting a seat on the bus as soon as I get on, Crazy Old Deaf Talkative Chinese Lady staying silent for the whole trip, and Mt. Rainier and the Olympics visible on a cloudy day from the Aurora Bridge.