I could go over there without any of them, and dance, but it's not the same when you don't know anyone.

Yeah but maybe you'll meet someone who knows how to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

Meet Molly, the world's bravest pony.

Yeah but maybe you'll meet someone who knows how to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

Hah! Maybe. I may stop in, since it's not too far from Scrabble.

I could go over there without any of them, and dance, but it's not the same when you don't know anyone.

True.

But if its a lesbian event you will find the ex of an ex within ten minutes.

But if its a lesbian event you will find the ex of an ex within ten minutes.

Heh. Sadly, not a lesbian event (though the organizer is a queer woman, I think the event will be fairly mixed). Also sadly, this is the week they start charging a cover. Hrmph.

And the only good thing about not having dated anyone in Seattle yet is no exes!

Too bad about the cover. I still say drop in after scrabble and find out if it's a fun thing to go to by yourself. Dancing can go either way ime, but if it turns out to be not so fun you can just leave and know that for next time.

She says having not gone dancing in probably over a year.

I'm having another forkstick salad today. Yes, if you include a funky new take on utensils with your food product I will try them all.

whew. I just had to issue a written warning, in Spanish, to an employee whose English is as bad as my spanish. We got through it with a minimum of pain and I think I even managed to explain that I blame the state of California for making it so hard to be compliant with breaks.

Oof. Good luck with that, Laga.

I ended up going to the poetry. See, I got to Scrabble, and only my friend H had shown up, and a couple were out of town, or had bailed, and the dyke bar was packed and loud because there was some random-ass fashion show (?!), and H was like "There's actually this poetry thing I want to go to" and I accepted the inevitable, and we went.

And the poetry was actually pretty good. There were a bunch of poets, plus the featured poet whose name I've forgotten but just won some big slam poetry thing. And she was pretty damn good. Though she did read an anti-war poem which I got all pedantic about (and then immediately thought of the Buffistas because i knew I was being pedantic) wherein she said something about no senators' sons being at war and I was thinking "actually both Jim Webb and John McCain have..."

But then H had to leave to pick up our friend J at the airport...right before it ended...so then I got to be standing there all by myself looking weird and run into GILF and that crowd who were like "Heyyy...were you here the whole time?" and I'm all "Um, yeah, but really I was with H, no really..." and try not to look like a freaky stalker.

Sigh. I want a re-do. On, like, a bunch of stuff.

imo it doesn't matter what you look like to the GILF, meara. She will never deserve you.

but hey, check this (completely unrelated archaelogical find) out!