Some nights you just have to bathe in inky blackness.
Things I have done with my evening: picked blackberries from my back yard; made another mini moss garden.
As I walked through Pioneer Square to go get lunch, wearing a black lace dress, gothy sun hat, and big black sunglasses, a construction worker leaned out of truck window, waved and smiled at me, and said, "Vampire girl!" in a tone of utter delight.
I just met a vendor at the office who took one look at me, smiled and said, “It’s like I’m in a Tim Burton movie!”, then bowed and kissed my hand. A bright spot in my day.
While walking to go indulge in extra coffee (because if, by chance, Dave Vanian IS appearing at 2:30-ish to bring me absinthe, I should make sure I’m awake enough to appreciate it), a very nice older tourist couple asked me if I was part of the vampire tour. I smiled (no, I didn’t have fangs in) and told them those only run at night.