Le Cafe des Muses

 Raven got out last night. As usual, Tim didn't want me to worry, so he didn't tell me.

This is so fucking typical of him. This is the rent money all over again. He doesn't want me to worry, so he just hopes I won't have to find out and says nothing. So Raven is gone and I only find out because I call for her and THEN he tells me, because the jig is apparently up!

Does he even trust me to be a fucking adult? 

EDIT: Kitty came home. No longer angry.

 I was at a LARP this weekend, playing a very flirty, tarty, airheaded character (NOT Rowen, the day Rowen is a tart, assume its an impostor and stake her), and I promptly got scooped up by a pervy PC (played by a guy I know vaguely from another game). He was constantly "pawing" at me (read: narrating the act) and I giggled along and squealed and generally acted like somebody a whole lot more secure in her sex appeal than yours truly. It was refreshing to play that way.

The next day, while driving home, Tim and I were discussing game and Tim asked me, "So how come you're more comfortable with PDA in character than out?"

That struck me as completely out of left field, so I asked where he got that idea. Apparently, the other player had smacked me on the ass a few times. I have been wracking my brains, trying to remember when that happened. I remember him narrating a firm swat to "my" backside, but the most physical contact I can think of is him kissing my hand and rarely, if ever, letting go (there was a great deal of wrist huffing, too, but I wear weird perfumes, so, meh). I honestly can't remember any inappropriate contact. That freaks me out. I feel really bad, because I don't want Tim to get the impression I can't stand to be touched by him in public. I like the other player, but I'm going to break any marriage vows.

It's not like I was judgmentally impaired, either. I hadn't had anything but water and a few ibuprofen for my feet. So, why is Tim remembering this and I'm not? He doesn't lie as a rule and I think I'd remember getting groped by somebody. It's happened before and I can remember those moments vividly and I kicked up an unholy fuss. Did it really happen? Who's confused here?

Why are all my real-world friends fighting all the time and all my online friends sane and calm?

 He canceled. Signal out here sucks so hard I didn't get the voicemails until after the receptionist told me to go home. And because he does all his scheduling, I don't know when I will get to see him.

So done with country living.

After several false starts, a great deal of delegation (my mother is an ever-loving saint, I'll have you know) and two mild panics (one was a bad pattern translation, the other was "omg, do i have enough boning?"), the eve is almost upon us and I'm taking a break to report on the corset.

First of all, if you are going to be frugal and go the zip-tie boning route, MAKE SURE THEY ARE PACKAGED STRAIGHT. I just opened a pack of "boning" and discovered to my horror that they would not uncurl. It may be salvageable if I stagger curled bone with straight and the fact that the short patches exist.

Second, I'm a wee bit worried. I forgot to pick up eyelets. I have a failed project I can cannibalize for eyelet tape, but I'm a touch concerned it won't work. There's no time to go fetch eyelets, so it will have to work. Ugh.

*genuflects* St. Jude, I know I'm a slack-ass and a ditz, but this being a lost cause, I pray you will find it in the plan for me to not only have a functional costume, but a killer performance. And due to the nature of the performance, Mary Magdalene, I pray that my feet will be light, my grin will be big and my costume will be sturdy.

I'm worn the hell out. I don't know why. I haven't done anything today. I slept late, I didn't really work, I haven't written much today. I feel like a useless blob.

6th time and it still sucks, but it sucks less than it did, so maybe I can save this. I have to remember to be cute. I can't do sexy, but I can do cute.