Yay, Stephanie, that sounds awesome! We've been meaning to do that train forever.

Weekend: Today--work. Saturday--farmer's market, where we pick up canning tomatoes, then canning, then local concert where the band has promised to play a punked out version of Happy Birthday to me, then church. Sunday, more church, chilling out. Monday, panicking because school starts the next day, OMG.

Happy birthday, Liese!!

This weekend: tonight I have a Gothic Charm School signing at the grand opening of the new gothy shop that's opened in Seattle (goodbye spending money!), then the rest of the weekend is kittenproofing the house, as we are releasing them from quarantine early next week.

I went dancing last night at a new club (two of my favorite DJs started a new night), and it was great. 80s, goth, industrial, and oh, the eye candy. At least two guys who looked like every New Wave gay boy I had a crush on in high school, and one who looked like a deathrock version of Pete Wentz.

Since the club is in the upstairs of one of the local "hip" bars, the crowd was an interesting mix. There were two gay boys of the "dudebro" fashion style (jeans, white belts, baseball caps) who were obviously FLYING on E. When they left, they bumped into me, decided I was the cutest doll they had ever seen, and had to dance with me for a few minutes. Then they got distracted by something else and stumbled down the stairs.

I swear all the other Harper authors are these hotshots in their late (and sometimes early) twenties. I bring up books I read as a teen that they've never heard of. Good times.

One of the developers in my office is jealous that I'm old enough to remember going to the original Star Wars in theaters. (Side note: I didn't want to go because when my father showed me the ad in the paper I thought it "looked stupid.")

I have birthday confusion.

Happy Birthday to everyone who needs it!

This weekend--we get to go home around 3:00, but I have to go pick up my x-rays from my soon to be ex dentist, and then go to the doctor's appointment I made this morning because the owie thing I did to my big toe yesterday turned into a OMGYUCK thing overnight, and then I suspect there will be booze and/or chocolate.

Tomorrow I go get my hair colored, finally.

I need to get my brows done today. My car is washed. Hopefully tidying my apartment follows soon after, so bon can come and Superwire next week.

Fuck me, Denny. Lead the way. Seriously.

I'm scheduling a portacath insertion. The nurses have won.

My blue lips tattoos came! They're SO cool.

My birthday isn't until Tuesday. But we'll still be officially in weekend mode that day. Actually we will drive from Oxford Ohio to Athens GA that day too. Is there anything worse than 9 hours in the car with my son? I suppose a root canal would be worse.

I'm old enough to remember going to the original Star Wars in theaters.

I was 11 years old in 1977, and Star Wars was the first movie I ever saw multiple times in the theater. My family went together the first time, and then I believe I spent my allowance money on my other two viewings, one of which I ended up in the front row since those was the last available seats. Got a big headache from the angle and the in-your-face issue.

My birthday is Saturday, but it's a secret.