Pictures are up from
narnee's pre-party party. Fear the lesbian cuteness!
Wednesday I got up at the crack of arse (felt like) for a job interview in Chelsea. I want every fashionista in flip flops on the Kings Road to die of holy hand grenades. The job looks interesting — high-level tech support, more or less — and, more importantly, exists. I didn't get the one to be the BOFH of sole responsibility, but there's always the next one.
I spent the afternoon drooling and staring into space and the early evening asleep. Kyneston escaped out the back door, came back after a couple of hours and has escaped again. Since he's come back once I'm not as worried, but we have the back door open and are going out and calling for him (he does seem to respond to his name, or at least our voices) every now and then.
Pics by Arkady on Sunday evening.
We missed seeing the parents, but will do our damnedest to get to them on Friday afternoon. This means
arkady will be meeting
mofette off the train and may also be taking her out to wherever it is you take young goth girlies when they come to the big city — no idea if I'll be out Friday night at all. Thursday we're off to Avenue Q. Sunday is a dollie picnic and we see
ashbet and
kiraboo! And
lucybond and
cavalorn. Cav and I get to play Beleaguered Doll Husbands.