I'm alive
Back from Austin, and I've hit the ground running. Tonight is Festival de Piratas 8 at the Wonder Ballroom, and the residents of the Good Ship Vanity are all so fucking exhausted we're barely dressing up for the occassion (I wanted to shop for something a little bit more butch this year but the date crept up on me, so I'm debating between the "French Wench" look of years past, and a more casual "Urban Buccaneer" look for this evening). Of course in previous Festivals the sheer joy of hearing The Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" as a power ballad has summoned vast stores of blissful energy from depths of my being I didn't even know existed, so I'm sure once I get there and get a rum or six in me I'll perk right up.
So that's tonight. And then tomorrow there's the ballet (Firebird, bitches!) and Guillermo's Wild Talent's game in the evening, and then Monday I'm getting my car fixed.
What this means to you is that if you are trying to get in touch with me the best way is to e-mail me directly or call, since I am not going to be on the livejournal a whole bunch for a little bit.
You are all so jealous of me that I get to see Captain Bogg and Salty tonight. Next year I'm going to take skull and crossbone panties to throw at the stage at Loren Hoskins. Yar.
So that's tonight. And then tomorrow there's the ballet (Firebird, bitches!) and Guillermo's Wild Talent's game in the evening, and then Monday I'm getting my car fixed.
What this means to you is that if you are trying to get in touch with me the best way is to e-mail me directly or call, since I am not going to be on the livejournal a whole bunch for a little bit.
You are all so jealous of me that I get to see Captain Bogg and Salty tonight. Next year I'm going to take skull and crossbone panties to throw at the stage at Loren Hoskins. Yar.