The Walk is vastly - vastly - amusing in club-going queer culture.
Ah, the memories of being at breakfast on Broadway in Seattle, and seeing some Pretty Young Thing(TM) stumbling down the sidewalk all disheveled and ravished-looking, quite hung-over, hair askew and makeup ruined, dressed in last night's club-gear.
Stretchy, clingy, shimmery t-shirts and vinyl pants don't look quite as alluring in the harsh yellow light of morning when us old farts are snickering with fond remembrance over our mochas at you - let's be clear, we're not laughing with you.
Yes, I'll take a saucer of milk with my cattiness. Sleep dep, away!
Crap. I am shameless.
I now have a Garth Brooks earworm
You have much to answer for, young man.
(Okay, so about 3/4s of the blame rests on the fact that I spent most weekends and some weekdays in the early 90s hanging out at a barn, where such music was frequently heard in the stables. But still.)
My WoS was made even better by the fact that I was clutching a giant body pillow and a breakfast biscuit.
Class-Y!
I so do not want to work today. Bleargh.
sets out plate of milk
Would you like some creme, sir?
P C, if it's not too forward, are you in anyway related to the Coucil of Watchers?
Nope.
I now have a Garth Brooks earworm
You have much to answer for, young man.
It was completely unintentional, I swear! I think I've only ever heard one Garth Brooks song, and it was in a video where the piano rose out of a pool of blood. Which was pretty shameless, I guess.
I actually think I deserve a good unfriendly slap. Being bitchy comes naturally, completely independant from my being gay, and sometimes I revel in my inventiveness and forget it might be REALLY OFFENSIVE to other folk.
sigh
sometimes I revel in my inventiveness and forget it might be REALLY OFFENSIVE to other folk.
That may happen elsewhere. This is pretty much a bitch-safe zone.
Sigh. I am not meant to win my march madness pool...three of my final four are now out of the running. DOH.
The lilac china set I linked to a few days ago is ending in six hours. No one has bid on it yet. Even with s&h, the price is about a third of what it would be in the stores. Someone please remind me that I do not need it, I cannot afford it, and that the one teacup I have of this pattern is enough.
