lauralh | this magic moment

So adding more sugar to the DIY wax worked. But my leg is looking alll sunburnt again.

Steve had the brilliant idea of buying me a boa last night, and I had the brilliant idea of wearing an evening gown with it. I was utterly glamorous.

Unfortunately I didn't have a proper pair of pantyhose to go with it. I figured I'd just pick some up at the drugstore by the Contour, but guess what, like everything else downtown, it closed at 8pm. So I had to go to Capitol Hill. I stopped at the first crappy corner store I saw, parked illegally by an apartment building, and ran in. This being Capitol Hill, they did indeed have pantyhose. Unfortunately the nice ones were about $4, but fuck, what can you do. I bought them, ran back to my car, and put them on with my door half open.

Before this went down I went to the Greyhound station to pick up ~~guys~~ the flyers. They are pretty radical; I'll scan them in tomorrow.

billyfleetwood is the man.

Everyone we know practically showed up. It was utterly marvelous. At one point I got up on the elevated part of the floor and shook my groove thang. The boa helped. I was like "MY GOD. This is like our parties, but, at a club. FOR REAL." It finally happened for us.

But having gotten up at 8, and gone to bed at 2, for two nights in a row, I was beat by the time afterhours came 'round. So I took off after making sure Steve didn't need any help.