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Why is it that my pants not only routinely split straight up the crotch, but consistently do so only at major crowded social events? At Readercon, I went to say hi to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
issendai (who I hadn't seen in four years or so) and ookpik, and going in for a hug I went down on one knee and felt fabric giving way in the Delicate Giblet region. Swell. Luckily I was wearing the green striped boxers, so at least I had sartorial panache going for me.
Another trend: I only ever go to Readercon to have Murder Ballads band meetings/rehearsals withcluegirl, and this was no exception. After the business portion of the evening, she and aquila_dominus were kind enough to take me and my now-crotchless carpenter pants to dinner, which was my first trip to Rainforest Cafe. The decor is what you'd get if Busch Gardens yarked on an Outback Steakhouse, but it was a fun time, and the guacamole burger was damn good.
Speaking of crotchless pants, for last week's date nightrain_herself and I went to see Magic Mike XXL. She'd seen it already, but she had been blown away by the degree to which it subverts tropes and expectations and she wanted to share it with me. I think there's a full entry in the wings on this one, but she's absolutely right: cultural expectations about masculinity, male and female sexuality, homophobia, body image, race, competition, and even basic notions of screenwriting and dancing itself get inverted and reframed. That, and holy flaming goat balls can Channing Tatum move....
Let's see, what else has been going on? Songwriting out the proverbial wazoo, hanging out pre-Readercon-adjacency with new-friendourika, a return to KoL for reasons unknown, a frightening first experience with duck eggs (whose yolks should not be that color and consistency, and probably shouldn't smell like sea bass, I'm guessing), and an overdependence on air conditioning, mostly. Andrea's been in NYC this week, which means me having to relearn how to sleep alone (a skill I tend to misplace), but she'll be back on Saturday, which I'm hugely looking forward to. Meanwhile I'm realizing I haven't really gone out all week aside from work—hey, Bostonians, anything going on Friday night that I should know about?
issendai (who I hadn't seen in four years or so) and ookpik, and going in for a hug I went down on one knee and felt fabric giving way in the Delicate Giblet region. Swell. Luckily I was wearing the green striped boxers, so at least I had sartorial panache going for me.Another trend: I only ever go to Readercon to have Murder Ballads band meetings/rehearsals with
cluegirl, and this was no exception. After the business portion of the evening, she and aquila_dominus were kind enough to take me and my now-crotchless carpenter pants to dinner, which was my first trip to Rainforest Cafe. The decor is what you'd get if Busch Gardens yarked on an Outback Steakhouse, but it was a fun time, and the guacamole burger was damn good.Speaking of crotchless pants, for last week's date night
rain_herself and I went to see Magic Mike XXL. She'd seen it already, but she had been blown away by the degree to which it subverts tropes and expectations and she wanted to share it with me. I think there's a full entry in the wings on this one, but she's absolutely right: cultural expectations about masculinity, male and female sexuality, homophobia, body image, race, competition, and even basic notions of screenwriting and dancing itself get inverted and reframed. That, and holy flaming goat balls can Channing Tatum move....Let's see, what else has been going on? Songwriting out the proverbial wazoo, hanging out pre-Readercon-adjacency with new-friend
ourika, a return to KoL for reasons unknown, a frightening first experience with duck eggs (whose yolks should not be that color and consistency, and probably shouldn't smell like sea bass, I'm guessing), and an overdependence on air conditioning, mostly. Andrea's been in NYC this week, which means me having to relearn how to sleep alone (a skill I tend to misplace), but she'll be back on Saturday, which I'm hugely looking forward to. Meanwhile I'm realizing I haven't really gone out all week aside from work—hey, Bostonians, anything going on Friday night that I should know about?
