April in the rearview mirror

A good month. A wet one and it started off with my favorite holiday, April 1st! I pulled a couple of minor pranks. Did not get fired. Win. First Thursday, I made it to Spoken Word open mic up at the Couth Buzzard. I felt pretty good about the piece I read until this itinerant slam poet couple got up after me to perform intense pieces about sexual abuse and--well, mostly abuse. But they were young and beautiful and had self-published 'zines to sell. My friend and her visiting Norwegian writer-biker bf bought their work. So then I felt like a big old square. The same friend had a bunch of us over for games the following night--pizza, beer, brownies, and cards. Cards. And later, whiskey. Then, Dina Martina that Saturday with my sis, a creative pal and her filmmaker sister. I enjoyed Ms Martina's video show but I have to say I prefer the live performances. One of my besties from early divorce days held a going-away party that Sunday the 6th at his art space, and it was poignant to see him and his Mom and the gang from back in the day, realizing that none of us had seen him in a long while. That week was laid back, drinks with a pal in Fremont, a co-workers going away party. A final farewell dinner that Saturday for the moving bestie--baked ziti and wine and heavenly angel pie and lots of laughs. I managed to look dead on at things I've previously glanced past--the odd habit, or way of catching me off balance. Even so..I miss this guy and probably always will. Sunday the 13th was my mom's birthday (66!), and an Odesza show later on. Unfortunately, it was a sold out, underage, pissy crowd. The music was good but the vibe was not, so we left earlyish (midnight) to get cabs. A few days later, a friend going on vacay and in need of a housesitter hosted me and my fella for dinner--spinach lasagna and wine and getting to know the menagerie. Later, a pitcher of beer and pool at Viking Lounge, and plans for karaoke some night when tequila is not out of the question. I met up with my old homeskillets for trivia a few days later--a cocktail before with a good pal, then a middling trivia performance later, although we killed it on the picture round! My knowledge of 1940's film stars finally paid off. A good buddy couldn't join as his dad is seriously ill and has either been in hospital or assisted care the past few weeks. Salut. I've already written about the last Saturday in April. A strange event which continues to ripple in my mind. April closed out with a dogsitting assist--Wiley and Jack are seriously cute even with dried out dingleberries. And a jewelry party at a friend's down in Renton--I'm too broke to buy expensive gems but it was a delight to sip wine and catch up with old friends.
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One other revelation: a pal seems to be heterophobic. Specifically, stops hanging out with hetero friends when they get into relationships. Is this a thing? None of my other friends make a big deal about me bringing my fella along on occasion to group events. But this one wants to control it. I'm sad. But, resigned.