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.
It's a fair that has me mentally shrieking "MY PEOPLE!" every few minutes.
For me, that fair is the Renaissance Faire. At least, for the minutes I'm not hiding my head and wailing, "O, my people!"
I desperately want another six or seven corsets, though I think I'm at the opposite end of that particular freak spectrum from the FSF folks: 'tisn't the leathers, it's the elaborate brocades and rubbed silks (I still pine for amych's scarlet shantung silk corset from the very first F2F) and the gorgeous embroidery that make me wibbly. Well, that and the "Holy shit, I have a waist!" effect.
(It's dupioni, not shantung, but OMG SO FLATTERED and aww)
At least, for the minutes I'm not hiding my head and wailing, "O, my people!"
There's some of that for me at FSF, too. Also, looking at the jibblies on display and hoping they're covered in a really good SPF, because sunburnt jibblies aren't of use to ANYONE.
