Yesterday I was kind of depressed. Yesterday was kind of a hard day. Today was much better.
First off, it’s been raining like a motherfucker. Just pouring down from the sky in buckets. That’s not traditional Seattle rain — which is really more of a mist. I am loving it and I am thriving on it. I am taking pictures of it.
I know this girl named Andrea. I don’t know her well — she’s a friend of a friend — and I see her every now and then, and her mascara always looks great. I asked her, a couple months ago, what kind of mascara she used. She emailed me back with the name of a boutique in Fremont and a hard-to-find mineral makeup brand sold there. Like I said, this was two months ago, and I’ve hardly seen her since. Today, since I had nothing else to do, I decided I’d go to that boutique — called Burnt Sugar — and get the mascara. I’d never been there before. I walked through the door and practically ran over Andrea, who was also there to buy the mascara. Isn’t that just the most random thing ever? Anyway. Love the mascara. Bought it. Felt the universe was proud of me for being in that boutique today.
I decided to poke around in some more of the boutiques in the area, which have really phenomenally beautiful clothes at heart-stopping prices. Like $700 for a top. And that’s on sale. Gorgeous top, though. But it got awkward because these are tiny little boutiques that were practically abandoned, and I’d go inside, and then I’d be trapped there with the shop owner because it was raining too hard for me to leave. I got to know many of the shop owners today. They did not give me any deals.
I did, however, find pretty much the only really amazing swimsuit shop I’ve ever come across in Seattle. It’s called Tininha, and it’s as good as anything they have in LA. Beautiful, sexy, creative swimsuits. I was blown away by some of them. I didn’t buy any, but I did get a jacket there, which is my new favorite jacket ever.
Then I went to Whole Foods — the one farthest from my apartment — mostly so I could drive through the rain for a little while longer.
Tonight was my friend Desiree’s birthday party. I love Desiree primarily because she’s an awesome girl, but also because she looks a lot like my little sister and also reminds me of her personality-wise. My little sister turned 26 almost exactly two weeks ago. Desiree turns 26 tomorrow. So they’re basically the same age. And really they do look a lot alike. (Even though I’m going to get an angry email from my sister tomorrow like “That girl looks nothing like me!”) Being around Desiree makes me feel like I’m around my kid sister, whom I never get to see because she lives in San Diego. For some reason it makes me feel less guilty about being an absentee sister, like I’m somehow involved in my sister’s life through Des, and it makes me feel protective of and bonded to Des. Anyway. It was good to be at her party.
After a couple hours, everyone I knew had left the party — there were still plenty of folks there, I just didn’t know them and Des was busy entertaining — so I peaced out. I texted my neighbor Danielle to see where she was at, and ended up meeting her and our other neighbor Shae at this bar called Fun House. It’s about a mile from our apartment complex, directly in the shadow of the Space Needle. This is a pic from the patio area:
They were there because some of Shae’s friends were in a band that was playing. The band was called Hell’s Half Acre, and I actually really enjoyed their set. I don’t even know what kind of music you’d call it, but I was rocking out.
There were a couple other dudes there who were friends of Shae from way back, and I guess before I showed up she’d told them I’m always talking on Facebook about how much I like Glee. So as soon as I walk in the bar, this one guy’s like, “Sasha! Remember me? We met at the premiere of Glee!” I was so confused. He would continue to fuck with me like that the entire night. At first he basically just invited himself over to my house to “spoon” and I politely declined and was thoroughly creeped out by his blatant attempts to spend the night at my house. But there was something about him that was attractive to me — something interesting and honest and good. And he really does love Glee! After he’d gotten the blatant flirting out of the way, we had a great conversation, I felt really comfortable and happy around him, and between him and Danielle I was basically laughing so hard my stomach hurt the whole night. This is Danielle telling an animated story after heavy drinking:
And this is me expressing my gratitude to her for making me laugh so hard:
But anyway. Back to this boy. There was something about him I liked, and our lives are very different, but we have a lot in common as people, and I really had a great time talking to him. And, no, he didn’t come back to my apartment. But he did manage to get my number when Danielle and I left the bar a little after 1 am, and we’ve been texting back and forth for a couple hours since. So who the hell knows what’ll happen — I’m personally still reeling from Julia Allison’s breakup, so I’m not sure if I’m in any position to trust men right now — but it was refreshing to meet a guy I find interesting. It’s such an elusive quality in men. Plenty of men are smart, plenty are funny, plenty are cute and erudite and accomplished. So very few are actually interesting. So, if nothing else, tonight reminded me that there are still men in the world who can engage my interest.
I have no plans at all for tomorrow. Am considering packing up Leo and driving to Leavenworth for the day. Remember Leavenworth?
