*sniffs*

Am trying hard and taking the vitamins and going to bed early like a good girl (mostly). But can't seem to shake this tiny snuffly headcold.
Must be at full strength for the weekend.
Have much partying to do to knock my health backwards again :-)

Also am trying to use much willpower to make my sore and scabby knee heal quicker (is all urk from yet another classy tumble while walking on an obviously treacherous PERFECTLY FLAT FOOTPATH! *sighs*)

Dance like the old days.

Have a wee scratchy throut.
Am not used to carousing as much as this anymore.
There was a time children, before I was old and settled, where this would be a quiet week.
I would've gone out drinking 5 nights, worked full-time, post-grad study part-time, and done volunteer work for a community org running dance parties and such.
As it is now, I do know that I went out drinking 4 nights running last week, but I am having trouble remembering where.
Working backwards...
Earthdance (technically not included - was daytime and only 2 beers)
Ms W's birthday party and earlier in the night the Black & White Ball
Oh, Catching up with Misses J and S for a few hours at the pub.
Thursday? Aah, Cheering Miss A in the Newtowns' Strip Comp.
Wednesday was the Sly for after work-ish beering I do believe.
Aah, it's warm tights and cardies at work and early nights at home for me now.
Well...until tomorrow (squeals quietly in panic and excitment)

mini-love letter to a certain boy.

I've been day-dreaming of you again.
I want to wake up to find myself trapped in a dark corner of a club with you holding my shoulders back against the wall, and leaning in to give me that kiss I've been begging for.

Highlights...

Last night we went to a friend-ish persons' birthday drinkies somewhere near The Other Ghetto. And my-oh-my she has many of those 'other dykes' as friends. She is one of those naturally handsome butches (the kind that don't need a uniform or leather jacket as a signifier eh). But there were not so many of the butch/femme type there. More of the capital L Lesbians.

We were catty ghetto queers and counted bad blonde highlights. And for the clothes, well the final score was: leopard -5, zebra print -2, snakeskin (pants!) -1.

T'was a marvellous night though, for many good reasons as well.

Oh, and here are some happy snaps from moon-time earlier last week:

Half bit.

Littler bit.

Teeny bit.

And yes, of course there were sparklers, for that long bit in the middle that went Red. Red. Red.

With a couple of friends, mini BBQ, doggos, and the obligatory red wine and red iced cupcakes. I do believe a fine time was had by all.