And if it's Saturday, the Tanuki needs a nap.

You know how I've said in this journal that I don't enjoy loud, crowded events where I am reduced to nodding stupidly and lip reading?

I enjoy 'em a lot more when I start threading my way through the door and the guy behind the bar starts jumping manically up and down and waving at me like a four year old hopped up on sugar, he's that happy to see me. I even relieved Johanna for a bit and assisted kproche with pouring drinks for partygoers - always a good ice breaker.

Having done CostumeCon and some other events with The Fabulous Kataginu Boys, I now actually KNOW a few people to talk to at these things. (Or rather shout at and nod stupidly back at.)

There was champagne, both pink and white - and in a first for me, drinking it didn't give me a pounding headache. The Ozeki Hana Awaka was as soda-poppy as I remember it. Those who tried it either loved it or thought it was vile. The Shirakami was clean, smooth and decent both by itself and in a Death In Tokyo/ Godzilla's Footprint (sake with a splash of absinthe).

I started parting my hair on the left instead of in the center of my head a couple of days ago, just to do something different. You would think I'd had a makeover at a pricy spa the way some folks have reacted.