Lots of good hair going around tonight.

So. Back from a night out. We were at a biker bar for a while, which was cool. We planned to go back there at midnight for the Saturday night "Smut and Eggs". They serve brunch starting at midnight, and show cheesy 70s porn. Fun stuff. As it happened, we didn't go back, but ended up at a classically Chicago gay bar - one TV showing hardcore gay porn, the other showing West Wing with closed captioning.

DH saw the picture of perkins, Plei and Jilli - - " You can't tell they are friends" . He also liked Anne's haircut.

yay for billy Idol.

It also seems that I should be saying yay for porn.

Connie, glad you got to see the Idol. Was there any suggestion that he'd forgotten to be a lover?

So. I have heard back about last night, and again no one wants to get in touch with me. Running 0 for 2 so far. But will this stop me?! It'll stop me ever going to an event offered by last night's group at least. Ok, not entirely correct. They offer a free flirting workshop for anyone who got no matches, and I reckon I'll take them up on that, because I've never seen a workshop try to flirt before. And I've signed up for a second event with the first group, because I still had a lot of fun at their soiree.

But! Even more heartening - I have found a profile that genuinely piques my interest. She's a writer, her favourite authors include Tim Winton and Margaret Atwood (both of whom I've read over the past year), and on a completely shallow note, she's a redhead. I have made contact, let's see what happens.

Go, Billy, get your groove on!

Also, w00t, Connie at the concert.

Cats woke me up at 6am to be fed. They ate last night at 11pm due to Dan and me going out to dinner with his sister. No frelling way am I going to feed them now. But, heh, I do have nail clippers.

Which reminds me of when Sammie was a kitten, and anytime I would do things, such as claw-clipping, that resulted in her crying. Harvey would come and stare at me. I dunno whether he was mentally willing me to stop hurting his baby girl, or if he was supervising to make sure I did the job good. He stopped doing that once he realized it gave me easier access to him to administer whatever torture was on tap.

Yay for new hair! I hope I don't forget anyone, but Anne, Perkins and Plei all look amazing. Such sassy cuts. And, Anne, that cut is really quite perfect on you.

Yay for connie at the concert! I'm sorry the younguns were such a pain in the ass. But yay for eye contact. I'm jealous, and I've never really been much of an Idol fan.

billytea, I'm so sorry about the disappointing night, but the flirting workshop sounds good. I think that's something I need. And good luck with your red head.

Silly cats, WS! Thankfully, the vet clipped Bastet's claws when I took her in on Thursday. We can't do it. We try, and only get one or two done at a time. And, it took the vet and her assistant to do it, so I didn't feel so bad. Fortunately, she was a little better about getting her claws clipped than she was getting her temp taken. That was actually almost funny.

Nobody likes getting their temp taken at the vet's office.

With Sammie I can generally only clip one paw's worth at a time.

Oh, Andi, it was so funny. They were holding on to her pretty tightly. They put it in, and she meowed the whole time. And the vet and assistant were all, "I know. It's uncomfortable. I'd be complaining too. You complain all you want. We'll listen." And this went on the whole time. Then they took it out, and she went into full attack mode. It was hysterical.

Many thanks for the compliments on the cut. I really, really, really like this new stylist.

I wish more Buffistas (especially billytea) could have seen the carousel at the St. Louis zoo. The variety of unusual animals on the thing was staggering. Each animal was labeled, so that you know that you weren't just riding a penguin, you were riding a Humboldt Penguin.

Anne, how cool. And your hair cut is absolutely perfect on you! I love it.

They were holding on to her pretty tightly. They put it in, and she meowed the whole time. And the vet and assistant were all, "I know. It's uncomfortable. I'd be complaining too. You complain all you want. We'll listen." And this went on the whole time. Then they took it out, and she went into full attack mode. It was hysterical.

Each animal was labeled, so that you know that you weren't just riding a penguin, you were riding a Humboldt Penguin.

Excellent! It's a great name for a penguin. Right up there with Fiordland.