winterjaye

I finally made it to the Modular monthly at Substation. Usually it's on a Sunday at 1700, but this time it was on a Saturday at 1900. It's exactly what the name suggests: a bunch of people pushing buttons and tweaking knobs on modular synthesizers. Yeah, you know that crowd was nerdy. And I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only trans lady there.

But did I like the choonz? Quite often, yeah! Honorable mention: local boy EZBOT, who reminded me by turns of Aphex Twin, drum & bass, and several others. I was a little ambivalent about club hopping to the Mercury after two of the eight (!) artists that they had lined up.

So why club hop to the Merc? Caturday, Pride edition, which I used as an excuse to wear my "I [Pride heart] [beaver graphic]" tank top. I was hoping to run into some of the trans girls from the other day. Instead, I saw a lady in a butterfly costume like the ones I saw in Sydney. In a fit of nostalgia, I went over to talk to her. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was Temptress.

Fun fact about me: like my mother, I have the world's worst poker face. I may have looked absolutely horrified at her, but only for a second. Had her vile boyfriend been with her, I wouldn't have even gone over there. I chatted about Sydney, maybe a bit nervously.

Despite being seriously caffeinated, I didn't make it to midnight. I did to a ton of bike riding and chores around the house on Saturday, so I don't feel like too much of a geezer. I have to get the Devil Girl House ready for Tacoma Girl on Saturday. (The joke here is that TG is probably the least judgy person I know.)

At the risk of jinxing things, I'm here to say that I've been sleeping unusually well lately. This is despite the days being nearly as long as they get around here above 47°N, and The Situation.

So why now? Well, it seems to be an annual cycle for me. My sleep sucks in February and March, but then gets better from there. The sunlight may indeed be part of it. I did recently turn off the HVAC for the whole house because it's the time of year when open windows do the job. Maybe less noise helps.

Thursday: drinks and chat with a gorgeous woman in latex — who's almost exactly half my age, and therefore my son's age. Hey, at least this one is queer.

Friday: mastered meatloaf, slept for about ten hours.

Earlier today: buying a watering can. You'd think that as a crazy plant lady I'd have one already, but I finally got tired of trips to the sink and spilling water with fertilizer mixed into it.

Later today: devil girl manufacturing, perhaps the Mercury. The Mighty Orb seems to have taken a short break.