On the Successful Cross-Knot and My Birthday
I had a great birthday party; my condolences to all you poor souls who missed it. It's my suspicion that almost everybody had a pretty stellar time, and I ended up netting over two fifths of bourbon and a fifth of my favorite gin, plus a bottle of Fonseca Bin 27. Plus there were leftover cupcakes and H- made me a pumpkin pie.
Anyhow, on Sunday I went to see some belly dancing in Grass Pants. A friend of mine had her public performance debut, and it was excellent. But also, I managed to pull off a cross-knot with a skinny black tie I was wearing. I would have taken a photo, but the tie was so black that I'm afraid you could only appreciate the cross element of the knot by touch.
I'm still a bit dazed from all the festivities over my long weekend, so my apologies if this doesn't come off as entirely lucid.
Anyhow, on Sunday I went to see some belly dancing in Grass Pants. A friend of mine had her public performance debut, and it was excellent. But also, I managed to pull off a cross-knot with a skinny black tie I was wearing. I would have taken a photo, but the tie was so black that I'm afraid you could only appreciate the cross element of the knot by touch.
I'm still a bit dazed from all the festivities over my long weekend, so my apologies if this doesn't come off as entirely lucid.