In the days of wayback
Dear LiveJournal,
I've been neglecting you lately. I've just been busy recently.
Tonight. Bryan's going away party at the Nightlight. Mostly Speakeasy people, many of whom I have met before but remember not their names or LJ userIDs. ya see, the Nightlight is one of Seattle's few remaining dive bars, and tonight, the crowd in attendance took full advantage of that. The booze flowed freely, as did the love - huntingtonforge and I stood and watched contentedly from the sidelines. Mr. Huntingtonforge (who I finally met for real tonight after a year and a half of LJing, AIMing, and near missing) stood and talked for most of the night, as we were not part of the swarming SPKZ hordes.
At one point I was accosted by this gnarly Bremelo-looking woman named Brandi (I can only assume that it's spelled with an i) who A) told me that she thought I was a shy guy, B) that she was an art-critic-in-training, and C) that she would make me famous. Now, understand, I'm not used to strange people approaching me in bars. I am even less used to messing with said strangers' minds. Within about a second and a half of her talking at me, I determined that "Brandi", in her Long Island Iced Tea induced innebriation, was in need of some messing with. She mentioned being friends with famous people no less than four times - when I called her on this, she claimed to have only said it once, and that famous people didn't matter. She also failed to tell me which famous people she was friends with. She eventually wilted under my grilling and was rescued by a more-sober friend. Good riddance.
I said my goodbyes to Scott and Bryan, and now I'm here, warm, dry, at home, and in good spirits.
More about my day later.
I've been neglecting you lately. I've just been busy recently.
Tonight. Bryan's going away party at the Nightlight. Mostly Speakeasy people, many of whom I have met before but remember not their names or LJ userIDs. ya see, the Nightlight is one of Seattle's few remaining dive bars, and tonight, the crowd in attendance took full advantage of that. The booze flowed freely, as did the love - huntingtonforge and I stood and watched contentedly from the sidelines. Mr. Huntingtonforge (who I finally met for real tonight after a year and a half of LJing, AIMing, and near missing) stood and talked for most of the night, as we were not part of the swarming SPKZ hordes.
At one point I was accosted by this gnarly Bremelo-looking woman named Brandi (I can only assume that it's spelled with an i) who A) told me that she thought I was a shy guy, B) that she was an art-critic-in-training, and C) that she would make me famous. Now, understand, I'm not used to strange people approaching me in bars. I am even less used to messing with said strangers' minds. Within about a second and a half of her talking at me, I determined that "Brandi", in her Long Island Iced Tea induced innebriation, was in need of some messing with. She mentioned being friends with famous people no less than four times - when I called her on this, she claimed to have only said it once, and that famous people didn't matter. She also failed to tell me which famous people she was friends with. She eventually wilted under my grilling and was rescued by a more-sober friend. Good riddance.
I said my goodbyes to Scott and Bryan, and now I'm here, warm, dry, at home, and in good spirits.
More about my day later.