Back in my cage
So the weekend. . . wow! I took off work, yay, I didn't have my class on friday, props to HCC for being built on that day and whatnot (and yes clearly the entire campus was built in one day. . . yeah fuck you too). But the weekend was amazing, clearly I must again apologize for the wretching and again blame puff for all of it. But it was good to see the people I saw again, really good. And Red Lion, Andrew and I could've slept amongst strangers and gotten just as drunk, but I would've seen Mason for more than a hot second. . . you had better be feeling the love! But I got to see most everyone from BAM, even the as it was just mentioned I only saw Mason briefly, everyone else was at BAM once or twice. And the strip club. . . fucking amazing. . . and I have a new favorite. Hot like Girl Next Door hot, yes elisha cuthbert hot yet still in a different way. But the people I was there with, they paid for me to have a private lap dance with her, and I didn't know about it before hand. So there I am on my cell trying to hear and make plans for later, I hang up, turn around and have my shirt grabbed as she pulls me along saying "You! You're coming with me!" So fucking hot!!! I need to get a leash really before I go to Vixens next. . . And the private lap dance. . . lets just say that everything else paled in comparison afterwards. . . oh my god. Then we went ahead back to winchester to fill up the tanks, off to stephens city so I could scold Mason for being a puss and not coming with, and then to the fax where we slept until Andrew's mom woke us up at ohh 11:30 for breakfast. Granted it was cool as shit that she a.) made us food and b.) still called it breakfast at that time, I got a kick out of that only because breakfast used to be whatever time terrorist and I woke up. The drive home was fine, and here is where I'd like to give myself props for not getting fucked over or killed on the beltway. Come home, mom has the same smile on she always does when she sees me, my brother tries to make it like I should feel guilty for not helping them with the halloween decorations and my stepdad thinks I blew him off because I didn't tear my helmet off and turn my bike off as soon as I saw him to say hello. I hate the fact that this is my comfort zone now. But I'm home and safe and no longer depressed because I now have concrete evidence that winchester is still within reach, and again if I can drive on the fucking beltway (which I can!) I can fucking drive to Winchester. I just now need to get clothing that doesn't let the wind through while at the same time is electricly heated. . . mmmh, just like out of the drier. . . lates kids.