Black Rose 2009 Day Three
With all the volunteering and drama of Saturday night behind us, Sunday started with a quiet breakfast and a very important conversation with the roommates regarding the crap from the night before.
Spent most of the day in vending or otherwise hanging out. Helped with a brutal birthday spanking of a non-pain bottom. Oh well. Happy BDay. Not really in the "go to class" mindset--prefer the social interaction still. Did buy one item at the silent auction, and a t-shirt that refers to my fate next Camp Crucible. (I was one of eight guys morons complete fucking idiots who were dum enough to kidnap Uncle Ed, the patriarch of my leather family last Spring.)
Ever since, Uncle Ed has been checking my shirt tags, and this shirt makes it simpler.
Front: "i am doomed"
Back: "3XL."
Thank you Brian and Dottie--money well spent!
Went to dinner with my beloved at the Dubliner--satisfying my craving for a Monte Cristo sandwich and alone time with the girlfriend. Both important but not in that order.
My playdate with ally_sin2002 went really well though it was somewhat unexpected in the course that it took. One thing I love with regular play partners and good friends is when a scene turns to jazz, a free-formed play with no real beginning, no real ending--we do it 'til we stop having fun or we're tired. We started with singletails and then rapidly went through blade-play, pressure points, some wrestling and some punching. We hit a nice groove. We stopped. We played more. We stopped again. Played more. And we had a good time, despite the odd interruption.
Had downtime afterward, sorely missing the Oasis. Took a last walk through the space, helped catelynn with an errand and as per BR tradition was in the space when it was officially closed--indulging in some tango-dancing with kimby and a few others. Afterwards, had a social drink in the bar with some good scene friends (including some of the Boston crew) and then pizza with cabin-mates anistastia and sappharia. Some griping, and then beddiebye.
Drove home with mgcfingrs4u and dropped him off, pulling one last super-navigator bit and driving the Pulaski Bridge into Queens via McGuinness Blvd. Our trip home was a bit of beat-the-clock as my partner had to work at 5:40pm. We pulled up in front of the Nest at 5:30 and I was at last home after two weeks on the road and 5000 miles or so of travel.
And then I started writing LJ posts…..
The Owl
Spent most of the day in vending or otherwise hanging out. Helped with a brutal birthday spanking of a non-pain bottom. Oh well. Happy BDay. Not really in the "go to class" mindset--prefer the social interaction still. Did buy one item at the silent auction, and a t-shirt that refers to my fate next Camp Crucible. (I was one of eight guys morons complete fucking idiots who were dum enough to kidnap Uncle Ed, the patriarch of my leather family last Spring.)
Ever since, Uncle Ed has been checking my shirt tags, and this shirt makes it simpler.
Front: "i am doomed"
Back: "3XL."
Thank you Brian and Dottie--money well spent!
Went to dinner with my beloved at the Dubliner--satisfying my craving for a Monte Cristo sandwich and alone time with the girlfriend. Both important but not in that order.
My playdate with ally_sin2002 went really well though it was somewhat unexpected in the course that it took. One thing I love with regular play partners and good friends is when a scene turns to jazz, a free-formed play with no real beginning, no real ending--we do it 'til we stop having fun or we're tired. We started with singletails and then rapidly went through blade-play, pressure points, some wrestling and some punching. We hit a nice groove. We stopped. We played more. We stopped again. Played more. And we had a good time, despite the odd interruption.
Had downtime afterward, sorely missing the Oasis. Took a last walk through the space, helped catelynn with an errand and as per BR tradition was in the space when it was officially closed--indulging in some tango-dancing with kimby and a few others. Afterwards, had a social drink in the bar with some good scene friends (including some of the Boston crew) and then pizza with cabin-mates anistastia and sappharia. Some griping, and then beddiebye.
Drove home with mgcfingrs4u and dropped him off, pulling one last super-navigator bit and driving the Pulaski Bridge into Queens via McGuinness Blvd. Our trip home was a bit of beat-the-clock as my partner had to work at 5:40pm. We pulled up in front of the Nest at 5:30 and I was at last home after two weeks on the road and 5000 miles or so of travel.
And then I started writing LJ posts…..
The Owl