The weekend is over, and now I’m heading northward to hang out with Baby Hank.

But first! Can I get a witness? Friday night was spent on Bainbridge with the folks. I beat them at Scrabble and gave my father his birthday gifts.

Then! Saturday it was into Seattle to fall into the loving arms of Jenny, my hair woman at Vain. Like a faithful girl, I’d been saving myself for Jenny. She trimmed my hair, and dyed it all a very dark chocolatey brown. This will make it easier for me to go months without seeing her: no roots from those damn blond chunks. (I know this is facinating to all of you.)

Saturday night was fantasticness galore, first meeting at my favorite, The Elysian, then to Aristocrats to dance. The Elysian was a tasty bit of chaos, with 15 or so people converging … some of whom I knew, some of whom knew eachother, some of whom knew nobody. Whee! I was able to have my favorite drink (a black tea cocktail).

Aristocrats was crowded as hell…seemingly filled with every tired out raver this side of the Cascade Mountains. People I hadn’t seen in years made showed up in droves. Wacky. Friends got blazingly drunk. The floor was dangerously slippery. The music was good. Fun was had. And my host, Tim, stayed at his girlfriend Sarah’s house so I got his amazing bed all to myself.

Sunday I walked to brunch with Scott and Twozdai, before going and picking up a hula hoop to give to my mother. Then off to Twozdai’s for a crazy snacky get-together which made me laugh for hours. HOURS I was laughing. It was hard to stop. I don’t want to stop.