My poor juliana, a hot soak with epsom salts for miles. A good long run yesterday.
Now I'm getting all bouncy. The B&N at U.Village is wonderful, and Laura Strechenback, who runs the events, is a sweetie. Last time, there was an urn of coffee and, I think, bakery cookies. We'd all just staggered in from a humongous dinner at Piatti next door, Seattle was still half-buried under a blizzard, there had been no public transport until about five hours before showtime, and we still had, what, close to two dozen people? It was a blast.
I still need a costume. What are other people wearing?
Lee, Nic and I are going all corseted in black leather. I may be Leathery Writer Bitch Queen from head to toe, or I may just play with my corset and wear it over something sparkly.
I think Nic's cranky about having missed the Folsom Street Fair.
Lee, you could borrow my Geisha costume.
Duuuuuuuude. Lee as Geisha? I could totally see that.
Lee, you could borrow my Geisha costume.
I like that idea, but I have no idea how to do the makeup properly, so you would have to show me.
Okey dokey. Plus, with Plei and Deb and Jilli around, I'm sure you'd be fine. They would not let an improperly made-up Geisha out for fun.
Plus, with Plei and Deb and Jilli around, I'm sure you'd be fine. They would not let an improperly made-up Geisha out for fun.
Clearly, I am chopped liver.
AND JULIANA!! Juliana will be there too!!
It's the snot in my brain. It blocks things.
For instance, air.
Poor preggers Aimee. I should not be teasing her, but it is soooo fun...
I can't really think of a costume, either, except for grabbing all of my toy spiders and festooning myself with them. Maybe a black widow hat, too....
