I made it to Seattle. Someone even paid for my ticket on the promise that I go to some masquerade party with them and their ridiculously hot girlfriend on Friday. Somehow, just somehow, I couldn’t say no. Oddly.
I’m staying downtown, within a block of the Space Needle. I really like it here. There’s clothes to return this week, a corsetiere acquaintance to visit, and friends and extended chosen-family to have tea with. Joseph and I went to a park earlier up on Capital Hill with some fruit cobble and there were pretty naked people laughing and splashing in the water fountain, drunk from St. Paddy’s day, and delightedly giggling like they had just invented joy. (Once I’m done this, we’re going to watch American Astronaut).
Tomorrow is Mike’s gig with Buckethead, which should prove to be wicked and by wicked, I mean delightful.