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chanter1944Happy new year, folks! :) Oh good lord, 2020 still seems surreal.
I did end up going out last night, though I did it in two attempts. I got reasonably dressed up,elisem earrings included, fully intending to go buy a bottle of wine, get tipsy on my own, and write all night. Those plans met an epic derailment when the first place I tried sticking my nose in had a locked door... and then the second ditto. I will not repeat what I said on that second discovery, but I was not the only person in the vicinity, and neither was I the only person swearing! So, went home, took off the shoes that, thanks to a wonky insole, had blistered my left foot (ow!), ordered pizza, almost decided to content myself with soda for the night and then said... heck with this, I am not having a lonely New Year's Eve. Changed shoes and went out again, ending up in the Shamrock at about 11:30 or so. For those not local to Madison, the Shamrock is a queerfolk bar, which meant a) I'd fit in, and b) I'd be far less likely to suffer someone's groping hands, which is a giant relief. Seriously, the vibe in there is far less threatening than your usual bar, and I wasn't even flagging ace at the time.
I rang the new year in there, plus one rainbow paper tiara (they were being set out for people to pick up and wear, and I made sure nobody else had worn it before I snagged it off the bar), plus a reasonable amount of brandy, a midnight champagne toast and a mellow buzz, plus a couple conversations with people I've met in passing before, and plus one squee because they played a song I've loved since I was about ten. Hello, Stars On 54. I didn't stay very long after the year changed over; I was home by just after 12:30. I *did* have to contend with an idiot questioning me from across a street while walking home. No, dude, the white cane means I'm deaf. Yes, I'm blind, and buzz off. I think his filter had been obliterated by booze. Granted I did snark at him rather than just thinking it and leaving things alone, so my filter had pretty definitely been dented a smidge as well. Got a little work done on "Difficulties Keeping To Myself," then curled up and went to bed. I'll take it.
Today, I'm not suffering from the hangover that half this city is probably fighting, and I'm in Badger red. I'll shortly be distracted by football. For now, I have coffee, a gingerbread-scented candle, and the rest of the day off work before I go back tomorrow. Oh, that is going to be a nightmare. :s
Yes, I kept the tiara!
I did end up going out last night, though I did it in two attempts. I got reasonably dressed up,
elisem earrings included, fully intending to go buy a bottle of wine, get tipsy on my own, and write all night. Those plans met an epic derailment when the first place I tried sticking my nose in had a locked door... and then the second ditto. I will not repeat what I said on that second discovery, but I was not the only person in the vicinity, and neither was I the only person swearing! So, went home, took off the shoes that, thanks to a wonky insole, had blistered my left foot (ow!), ordered pizza, almost decided to content myself with soda for the night and then said... heck with this, I am not having a lonely New Year's Eve. Changed shoes and went out again, ending up in the Shamrock at about 11:30 or so. For those not local to Madison, the Shamrock is a queerfolk bar, which meant a) I'd fit in, and b) I'd be far less likely to suffer someone's groping hands, which is a giant relief. Seriously, the vibe in there is far less threatening than your usual bar, and I wasn't even flagging ace at the time. I rang the new year in there, plus one rainbow paper tiara (they were being set out for people to pick up and wear, and I made sure nobody else had worn it before I snagged it off the bar), plus a reasonable amount of brandy, a midnight champagne toast and a mellow buzz, plus a couple conversations with people I've met in passing before, and plus one squee because they played a song I've loved since I was about ten. Hello, Stars On 54. I didn't stay very long after the year changed over; I was home by just after 12:30. I *did* have to contend with an idiot questioning me from across a street while walking home. No, dude, the white cane means I'm deaf. Yes, I'm blind, and buzz off. I think his filter had been obliterated by booze. Granted I did snark at him rather than just thinking it and leaving things alone, so my filter had pretty definitely been dented a smidge as well. Got a little work done on "Difficulties Keeping To Myself," then curled up and went to bed. I'll take it.
Today, I'm not suffering from the hangover that half this city is probably fighting, and I'm in Badger red. I'll shortly be distracted by football. For now, I have coffee, a gingerbread-scented candle, and the rest of the day off work before I go back tomorrow. Oh, that is going to be a nightmare. :s
Yes, I kept the tiara!
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Date: 2020-01-01 08:02 pm (UTC)Happy new year to you and yours!
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Date: 2020-01-02 02:06 am (UTC)Also tiaras are the BEST.
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Date: 2020-01-02 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-02 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-05 06:45 am (UTC)Happy 2020. May it suck less than 2019.