Tell all the people that you do not know

Yesterday's only noteworthy occurrence was showing off my new & improved face to Good Sister via FaceTime. She agrees that I look even more like my mother than I did already, which was plenty.

I’m keeping off my ankle and trying not to fall asleep too early.

Or, everybody gets hurt.

I went to the street fair on Broadway and ran into half the queers I know like you do, but failed to have lunch with Tacoma Girl. She had to leave because a friend of hers was in the hospital. At least I got to see her at her table, which is for a non-profit that gets people mental health services.

Walked around Cal Anderson, and failed to find Iikka Keränen, which is just as well because I might have been tempted to buy a fifth artwork from him.

Went home, ate, and made myself fabulous in the hot pink latex dress that says "Slut" in Barbie lettering across the chest. Hit the Inferno night at Neighbours because I had a ticket. Ran into T, who had an eye injury. (!) I did actually run into someone who was flagging red on the left. When I asked about it, she laughed and said, "But not tonight." That's just as well because that activity would put me in the hospital. I was supposed to be there with the Siberian Siren, but her wife had hurt her back.

I didn't last long at Inferno because a) they always play electrolysis music, and b) the Wildrose has light, air, and a better vibe. So thither I went. I had a aweird time talking to someone who'd met me at a leather munch. She now knows more than she wants to about Burning Man.

Pretty much anywhere on Capitol Hill the drink lines are so long on Pride Eve that it's impossible to drink too much too quickly unless you have a solid plan to do that. I had no such plan.

My cowboy boots did my feet in around 2300, and I texted my regrets to K-the-trans-girl, who said she'd be at Kremwerk. It's just as well, because Kremwerk is a basement and overbooked. K's date for the evening was showing signs of heat exhaustion, so K got her out of there.

I considered taking the train south to Sodo for Train Car House Party with Riz instead of northward toward home, but every joint in my lower legs was screaming, "Brain, you dumb bitch, what have you done to us?!" Mayunn, I thought I was being sensible about shoes this year.

But anyway, it's Pride Sunday, and I'm going to once again miss my chance to be a dyke on a bike in about fifteen minutes. I'm not too broken up. Plan: hit the parade & Seattle Center, and one last trip to the rose.

Things I learned this weekend:

1. Flat rubber soles, dammit.
2. I'm old and so are most of my friends.
3. I really need to get back on the dating horse. I've already started a to-do list.