Tired at 4 am

Saturday I’d asked to be on Maria’s guest list for Venu. Venu’s a nicer place and they always state that proper dress is required, so the denim mini was out. I wore black pants, BCBG top, Lilla P wrap, heels, and was quite comfortable. Venu was nice, but like other times I’d been there, a bit poorly attended I thought. I did see Heidi again, whom I’d met last time I was at Venu. She remembered me and was happy to see me again. I saw her later at Rise, which was cool too. Deedee was there, but then a strange thing happened—I was getting really tired. It was only 4:00 and it wasn’t like me to be so tired. I thought it must be from shifting my sleep schedule. I thought I must have not slept well enough or long enough that day. I asked Deedee to take me home, which she was happy to do. I slept, woke up the next day, and only then realized the problem the night before: I’d had too much alcohol. I’d gone to Diva before Venu and had two gin and tonics there, then at Venu I’d had two more gin and tonics. Four drinks plus a couple of hours, and the hangover was starting. Ah, at least I knew the problem then.

Oh honey, we’re long after last call

Friday at work I had a nice lunch with Tim. We were in good spirits because the coming Tuesday had been declared a federal holiday—a day of mourning for Gerald Ford—and so our three day weekend had just turned into a four day weekend. He told me to take off for the weekend then. “See ya Wednesday…afternoon, maybe!” he told me, as I left. I went to Central Square to shop. I window shopped several places, Hubba Hubba, Telos, Teddy Shoes, the Goodwill store, but my main object was wig shampoo. Venus Cosmetics didn’t have much of a selection so I got back on the train to go downtown. (You know though, Venus is the place to go for nail color. Must remember that.) Got my shampoo and conditioner at Wig World, where I have bought both of my wigs so far, and headed back to Somerville. My last stop before going home was the nail salon. I got a very party purple color for the weekend, let it dry for 15 minutes, and my nails were perfect.

Home, dressed for GNO, and packed for the evening. Out the door, I was wearing a new shimmery lavender top with my black wrap, black ankle length skirt, black heels, black rain coat, gray scarf, and black umbrella, as it was just starting to rain. In my bag were sneakers, jeans, a denim mini, and, since I had piddled and run out of time to do makeup, all my cosmetics. Just before getting off the bus, I changed into the sneakers for the walk to the hotel. I walked into the Opal about 9:00 then, to find everyone there, including Ashley and Deedee. I just had to go say hi to Deedee before going to do my makeup. She always accuses me of wearing no makeup when really I just have the “no makeup” look. I made her look at me, saying “Deedee, THIS is what no makeup REALLY looks like!” Of course she was horrified. I’d made my point. GNO was nice, there was a big crowd, 21, by Ashley’s count. I managed to spend a few minutes with friends, sit and talk a while with some girls I didn’t know, and at least meet a few others. There were yet others that I didn’t even meet.

After GNO, rather than go dancing with the group, I owed some time to Erica to make up for my bad behavior earlier in the week. We went back to my place and had a nice time at a relaxed pace. We didn’t take all night, but we had at least a couple of hours together to kiss and make up, so to speak. In fact, I’m afraid most of my makeup came off during kissing, and I was a little self conscious of that later in the evening at Rise. Part of the deal with Erica was that she drop me off downtown on her way home so I could go dancing. I said goodbye to her on the street in front of the 7-Eleven in the combat zone, and headed for the door to buy some lunch.

I don’t know what time it was—I wasn’t even looking at my watch—but the 7-Eleven was closed. Crap. I wasn’t going to survive without food, so I decided to walk to the South Street Diner. It was packed, there was a wait, they were making everyone wait outside, promising to take names, but were too busy to come out and take names. Bad deal. I went next door to News. By then I had changed into my denim mini, and my long bare legs were peeking out through the slit in the rain coat, so I got a raised eyebrow from the doorman, but was allowed in just fine. I’d planned to sit at the bar, and while it was rather crowded, there was a stool free here and there. The hostess was steering me away from the bar though. I was trusting her judgment on that but she wanted to seat me at a small table in the middle of the room and I frowned at that. I was more in the mood to be social at the bar than to be an island. She took me upstairs instead and gave me a seat on a couch. It wasn’t exactly social, but it was cozy and I liked it. I had attention from the bartender upstairs, who was serving just me and one other table of six or eight friends who provided life and atmosphere to the room. “Can I get you something to drink?” With a smile, I started, “Last time I was here I had the most wonderful apple-favored cocktail…” “Oh honey, we’re long after last call.” Silly me. I talked her into getting a Red Bull for me from downstairs, ordered the chicken salad sandwich, and called Deedee to let her know that I was on my way to Rise, but running very late.

When I finally arrived, Deedee seemed enormously relieved to see me. She had seen that I called, but had lost the call and didn’t get to hear my message, so she didn’t know if I was there already or what. We did our usual routine. We talked, we danced, we had a great time, she left, I stayed, closed Rise, came home on the train a happy girl. At one point she pointed out one of the guys and said that he had been asking about me for two weeks. How charming! He was familiar to me as one of the regulars, but I didn’t know his name. He danced in front of us. In fact a couple of times that evening, he was dancing in front of us, but I couldn’t catch his eye. It was cute that he was shy. I wouldn’t have guessed. I would have guessed that he was like most men there and attracted mostly to masculinity and rather disinterested with our (t-girls) display of femininity. Changed into jeans to come home, slept.

Defending her honor

Thursday, the check cleared that I was worried about. I didn’t know quite how much it was for. Sure enough, it was too much. Other outstanding checks will bounce if they are processed today. So, with the risk in place, I decided to get cash for the weekend since doing that would present no additional risk—If the outstanding checks float for one more day, I’m good. If they don’t, they bounce, whether or not I have cash for the weekend.

Then with money in my pocket, what was there to do but spend it! I bought a new top at Una, a dress at Berks, and then went into the Redline lounge for dinner. I wanted to stop in Redline, not just to eat, but to ask about New Year’s Eve. I sat at the bar, near a group of three guys, ordered a Heineken Light and the grilled cajun shrimp salad, then asked the hostess about New Year’s Eve. “We’re closed for a private party” she said in a definitive way. “The Lesbian Life party?” I asked. Her eyes raised. “Yes” she said, assessing me. We talked then, she found answers to my questions, it was fun to be past her initial barrier and have her be friendly with me.

7:30, I was home and Alex texted me. He was going to Diva. Could I come? YES!!!!! I told him I’d be there 9ish. I got there more like 9:30 but that was fine. Two hours to get ready? Well! I had to shower, shave, decide what to wear, dress and get made up, straighten the room, put clean sheets on the bed. My outfit turned out really good, makeup turned out really good. I know it’s a t-girl thing to love myself, but I really did look great. My flattest sneakers, my best fitting jeans, a cool new belt, a new top, coordinating jewelry, a new eye makeup technique that I had just seen in a magazine I was reading earlier that evening at dinner. That and my face shaved well. One week since now since my laser treatment, and much of the thickened, burned whisker crap was above the skin finally and could be shaved off. The hairs haven’t fully purged yet, but at least my skin came out smooth enough that I could cover it reasonably well with makeup.

At the bar, Holly and Randi loved me, as usual. Randi complimented my coat and showed me Christmas presents that she was wearing. Steve was there sitting with Alex, and the three of us drank and talked and had a nice time. Alex’s surprise was that he was missing a front tooth. The story was that he was at a bar, a guy was rude to a girl, he defended the girl, the guy took a cheap shot at Alex’s face, and Alex sent him to the emergency room. Is this guy a man or what? I picked Steve’s brain about dancing. I told him I wanted to learn what I was doing and thought that tap looked like the foundation for learning steps and moves, and maybe ballet for positions. He said I could get all of that easier by just taking jazz. He strongly recommended that I look into jazz dancing. Fascinating. Otherwise bar conversation was ordinary stuff. We drank, we did shots, we all got drunk, I took Alex home.

Omg…he was my man, I was his woman. He asked at one point if I wanted to be on top. “No” I said, as if it were out of the question. I was in a head space of being the woman and didn’t want to be anywhere else. *sigh* Maybe another time. I’d thought about it before. Afterwards now, I’m touched that he offered, and feel a tiny bit bad that I declined. I think he understood. I think he was ok with it. I also think it’ll be fun to go there some other time. Last night though, gosh, I was single minded. Wow, wow, wow, it was nice. Different than with Tony. Better? Mmm, I don’t know about that. Just, different.

Home on the computer

Wednesday I stayed home. I called Meredith at the end of the work day because we’d talked about going to Crypt but then I hadn’t heard from her. She was busy. That was actually fine with me because I was worried about money again. Some checks hadn’t cleared yet and I was worried that I might be overdrawn when they did. At home, I organized some photos on the computer, chatted with some friends, and stayed up to listen to Craig Mitchell’s internet broadcast.

Bad Karma

Tuesday I’d agreed to go to Natick with Erica. It was a little strange because almost no one was there! The week between Christmas and New Years, everyone was busy doing stuff besides sitting around a bar, I guess. It was nice anyway, we got back to my place, and hadn’t even started to play, when…Alex texted me. I replied. He replied. I replied. He called. I was in the middle of…things…with Erica but I answered the phone anyway. Talked for just a little bit and told him he could come over.

Omg, and THAT is what I was punished for. I told Erica she would have to leave. She left. The phone rang again. Alex explained that he had a flat tire and couldn’t come. Also that it ws some very expensive racing tire, and his plan was to drive on the rim then, almost certainly destroying the wheel as well. I know it’s my fault. I deserve worse. I guess I just expected punishment in the afterlife rather than immediate pay by internet though. Bad Sonia. Baaaad.

Heavenly peace

Monday, Christmas Day, I went with Meredith to a bondage play party. Omg, did I just say that crazy stuff happened at Rise? Maybe a little bit, but at this party, REALLY CRAZY stuff happened. I turned out to be rather popular and I had SO much fun. Um…yeah. Ok, one vanilla story I can tell is that we sang Christmas carols, accompanied by Meredith on the piano. Being dressed as Sonia, I tried to sing everything an octave above my normal range. Silly, but fun. “…sleep in heavenly peace…” My throat hadn’t hurt so bad since I had my tonsils removed! Omg. lol.

Christmas Eve

Sunday was Christmas Eve, and I’d invited Sheila over for dinner. I cooked for Al, Sheila, and myself, and really enjoyed fixing a nice dinner. After dinner we watch Ocean’s 11 on tv, then I walked Sheila home.

Never say never

Friday, December 22 was my deadline to get some forms filled out at work. I needed help, no one was around in the morning when I finished observing. I was going to have to wait. I filled the time by going to get a couple of prescriptions filled. Back at the office a little later, found people I needed, filled out the forms, got home and in bed by 1:00 pm. Slept, got to work in time to watch clouds for 4 ½ hours, pretty much exactly the time in which I could have gone to GNO and gotten back to the office. Anyway, after a little bit I got an update online from Deedee. Major drama within GNO had reached fever pitch, and everyone was nervous to see if the fever, or GNO itself, would break. Deedee indicated things went pretty well for GNO. I observed, she slept, and then she called me in the morning with a fuller report. Now, I know she’s a busy person. I was touched that she took so much time to call me and fill me in. She called while I was out shopping for stuff to wear to Rise that night. I wanted something new, but couldn’t afford much. I hatched a plan to kind of go in costume… It was Christmas, so I could wear red and green. I decided to wear the green baby doll dress, yes, the same one that in a previous post I said I would never wear in public. I wore it as a jumper over a white t-shirt and white skirt. I thought I looked like a Christmas tree. I just needed red decorations. Shopping, I found some very nice red earrings on sale, a red headband, and ankle socks with a red stripe on the top to wear with my white sneakers. It was enough. The outfit looked cute, it looked like a costume. I figured only a tranny could get away with wearing it. Sure enough, at the club later, I was the only one in red, white, and green. I got compliments on it. Lots of other crazy stuff happened at the club…I love that place.