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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(1) Doing well. They are going to keep her an extra day or so to get her blood thinner stuff worked out, but beyond that, everything is going great.
Right on!!!
(2) Purrrrrrr. Next year will try to get there earlier so I can see more before it becomes PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE. There will be an lj entry eventually.
What was your favorite thing?
I haven't made it to the Folsom street fair yet It always seems to happen on a busy weekend
What was your favorite thing?
Well....big picture? That all these people are comfortable sharing what turns them on, literally. I'm so curious and yet have never had the chance to explore or let my freak flag fly (still trying to figure out what my freak flag looks like).
Specifically? I got to try on a real corset, not a cheapy thing, and MAN it was nice. I just need to find some cash so I can afford one. WANT. A while ago Jilli pointed me at an ebay-er who makes custom corsets for a more reasonable price than Dark Garden. Need to revisit. Anyone wanna trade my $200 giftcertificate.com balance for a corset???
It is Not Done to expect a gift for any occasion, including a wedding, says Miss Manners. It is also Not Done to expect people to pay for a party or dinner you invited them to. Also, that person paid more for her wedding than I did for my first house.
Still, registration is very handy, especially if you don't know someone very well. I was a bit startled by the gifts listed at Target for my cousin's wedding, since it was basically a shopping list for everything under the sun.
I have one fewer teeth. (That looks so wrong.) I've taken one of the 8 Darvocets the dentist prescribed me, which is a good thing because the local is wearing off. I think I'm a little loopy, though.
The tradition is that it's bad manners to expect or ask for gifts for your wedding. But the custom is that everyone has gift regestries and you're just supposed to somehow find out about them. While I do think it's rude to expect gifts or gifts of a certain value it's just an annoying inconvenience that the registry information is never in the invitation where everyone coming to the wedding can see it.
Well, they also used to publish it in the paper with the engagement announcement. Or, they did for my parents.
Daisy! Max Cady has a new album! Neat!
I know! They've been playing in my hood a lot lately. Here's a slideshow of their release party at Doublewide. [link]
Here's a slideshow of their release party at Doublewide. [link]
Huh! That's not how I imagined the lead singer at all. He looks more suited to soulful Britpop.
He's the one who chatted with you on the board that time.
I'd love a real corset, but I can't think of any way to justify the purchase of one. Ah well. Remind me, when was the last time I wore an evening gown? Oh yeah, it was almost 4 years ago. HA!
I wear my corset to work, Burrell. Sure, it's by far the most expensive thing I wear to work, but it does get use.
My second corset--that'll take some rationalisation. But I think I'm up to it.
And juliana, O thou veteran of Folsoms past (or, okay, just one) -- what did you think of this year?
It's a fair. It's a fair that has me mentally shrieking "MY PEOPLE!" every few minutes. I love Pride, but my participation/connection to Pride has shifted over the years to support and cheerleading (not literally). Folsom is unabashedly adult and all about the kink and letting one's freak flag fly high and proud. No shame. Manners, but no shame. (Note: I'm not saying Pride isn't about being out and proud, because hello. It's a matter of how me & my sexuality have shifted over the years and my personal responses to both events)
It's just this wonderfully pubLic (you have no idea how long it took me to type that properly) lovefest of sex and sexuality and freedom, a middle finger to all the repressive hatemongering coming out of the NeoCon Right, a mix-and-mingle of all sorts of weirdos who aren't, in fact, weird.
On Saturday, when Lee, Bridget, Kate, and I were shopping, one woman started belting out "It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year." For me, Halloween wins that one, but FSF is the runner-up.
Event-wise, I was sad to miss the White Rats Morris Dancers, but we did catch the Ethel Merman Experience. If you've never seen a drag queen singing "Come As You Are' in the style of Ethel Merman, you haven't lived. Unfortunately, I had to bartend the two nights prior, so I was exhausted and had to split early. The motorcycle parking was awesome, though. [link] Free, staffed by Dykes on Bikes, and they had a helmet check.