winterjaye

There's an annual daytime ravey thing that's usually (Foreshadowing!) in Myrtle Edwards park. Late yesterday afternoon, I saw that on my calendar and thought, 'Oh yeah! I better head down there.' After an hour or so of riding a bus and walking on, it must be said, a lovely afternoon into Myrtle Edwards, I saw a whole bunch of construction. And then I remembered.

This year, the event was in Gas Works Park, much closer to where I live. I'd even put that in my calendar item under location. And I'd seen with my own eyes the excellent reason for the change in venue.

I didn't go to Gas Works. That would have meant more walking on trashed feet, and waiting longer for the bus. Le sigh. See you next year.

Moral: changes to regular times or locations should go in the title in all caps.

Yes, it's more than two years until my sixtieth birthday, but I'm a maniac for planning. I know I've talked about the Georgetown Steam Plant. It's visually super cool, it's got plenty of space, and it's got some amenities, but it also has no heat except for space heaters and very high ceilings. My birthday is in the middle of winter.

I was walking around Capitol Hill last night, having just had a quiet chat with queers at the Wildrose, and I walked past Sole Repair, the private event space. That got me thinking.

I promised Funny Lady that I'd wear my Pride Sunday outfit to Caturday it the Merc. As I expected, she didn't show, but still, wearing Pride gear in August is a thing that should happen more often. Bonus: I sat about 10' from Dan Savage and his fella on the train to Capitol Hill. No, I didn't try to talk to him; that dude is as problematic about trans peole as he is about a lof of other things.

But! I got to Merc! There were booty shaking, peeps, beer, eye candy, and all that one expects at Castle Greyskull. I (ahem) made another outfit promise to DJ Hana Solo, a promise that I have every intention of keeping. (Foreshadowing!)

Pro tip: Betsutenjin is full by 0030. I had the munchies badly enough that I deliberately missed the last train home at Lost Lake. My timing was much better there, where as I quickly ate I watched the place go from near empty (?!) to packed. The waitress said that's why they drink. Oh Lost Lake, don't ever change.

Oh, speaking of problematic, a certain vile ex has apparently chosen Friday as the one day he'll come. He's forsaken Saturdays, which is fine with me because that's my favorite night.

I didn't get enough sleep last night, but apparently I did get enough fluids. I even got the sunday night chores done earlier than usual. Go me!