Girls' weekend out!
God, what a weekend!
Friday night, it was off to Outback with lucifrix and others. We had a rowdy and rollicking good time with cheese fries, onions, and steak. Then we went shopping at a nearby mall and continued with the rowdiness.
Funny thing is . . . we weren't even drunk!
Sometimes, it's just fun to be really loud and obnoxious and to act like teenagers again. It was the greatest of fun. One member of our party pointed out that we were making more noise than the table full of pre-teens next to us. Like I said . . . wonderful fun.
It was so great to laugh and carry on and really, really relax and let loose.
Friday morning was the trip to New York that we've been planning for almost *months* now. It was originally supposed to be a weekend, but as things panned out, a day trip was better.
Things started out a little bit more hectically than I would have liked, as we went to a nearby bagel shop and I threw a fit because I couldn't find parking and nearly got run over by six different people in their jags and beemers.
Sometimes, I really hate rich people. I would bitch-slap Lex Luthor himself if he cut me off in the parking lot on my way to get breakfast.
I am not a very nice person when I am hungry.
And because of the hold-up with breakfast, we missed the 11:12am train to NYC -- despite my *best* efforts to drive like a maniac -- and had to wait half an hour for another.
Oh, and another thing. NJTransit at Princeton Junction is NOT particularly clear on the parking situation. I parked in a lot marked "Permit Parking Only" and intermittently prayed for the rest of the day that my car would still *be* there when I returned.
The train ride was fairly uneventful. Some annoying people sat down near us, so we moved . . . only to receive even more annoying people.
They got what they deserved, though, when an announcement was made somewhere along the line that the train would be delayed while a disabled train was cleared from the tracks ahead. The entire group departed en masse for the PATH train.
Seven minutes later, we started moving again, and I'm betting that we beat the entire pack into Penn Station.
::: grinning wickedly :::
Went to Madame Tussaud's and got creeped out by the history room. Although, as lucifrix pointed out . . . any minute, we kept expecting to hear the Sisters of Mercy. Anyone for a rousing rendition of "This Corrosion"?
I thought that Yasir Arafat was absolutely the most authentic figure in the place. I was almost totally wigged.
Went to Katz's Deli for lunch -- that's where they filmed the famous orgasm scene in "When Harry Met Sally". My corned beef Reuben was excellent . . . not *that* good, but tasty. By which I mean, there was no orgasm happening, but I was so damned hungry that not even sex could have distracted me from lunch.
There must have been two pounds of meat on the thing -- better have been, considering that it was a thirteen-dollar sandwich! Well, I did get two meals out of it, so I guess it was worth it.
My inner five-year-old threw a temper tantrum because we didn't go to some Martian-themed space restaurant, but it shut up when I stuffed it full of corned beef and sauerkraut.
Both people with me placated my inner child by promising another trip, complete with lunch at the Martian theme restaurant.
Then we were off to the toy store!
Trekked off to Toys In Babeland, a fun little corner shop full of . . . yep. Sex toys. And sex books, and all kinds of fun stuff.
I, who considered myself quite worldly prior to this trip, found myself needing explanations on the use and purposes of more of the merchandise than I really would have expected.
The leopard-handled rubber whip was really pretty, but honestly. Thirty dollars for something that was only going to decorate my drawers? Maybe if I were going to redecorate my living room, Trading Spaces-style. Anybody see the episode where Doug put a blown-up cheesecake photograph of the homeowner over the fireplace?
Now that's *my* idea of a proper dungeon. ;)
Anyway, leopard-trimmed toys aside, I bought two vibrators and a book instead. Haven't broken them in yet, but it's good to know that they're there for when I'm ready.
I really felt good, going into that place and buying stuff like that. It's a very empowering, womanly kind of thing to do.
The store was awesome . . . tables and racks of all kinds of toys, for all kinds of tastes, arranged neatly so that you could handle them and get an idea for the texture, speed of vibration, and so forth and so on.
Quite a handy idea, I must say. For instance, I learned that electrically powered vibrators are WAAAAAAY too strong for my tastes!
I also learned that the stuff meant for guys to fuck was so incredibly realistic-feeling that I was sort of grossed out.
And that I had had *no* fuckin' clue that there was so much to choose from in the way of dildos and vibrators and all kinds of stuff. And that's not even counting all the butt plugs and tickling stuff.
The idea of a dolphin or any other kind of animal tickler is really, really disturbing to me. The "Hello Kitty" vibrator was positively frightening, though!
I was very proud of our companion for buying herself one of those incredibly discreet vibrators shaped like a lipstick.
Making the purchase seemed like something of a hurdle for her to overcome -- she did, at one point, have to leave the store because it was a bit overwhelming for her.
Recalling how intimidated I was before I bought my first toys, I had nothing but sympathy for her. Wish I had had some knowledgeable friends to take me to a cool store like Toys In Babeland, instead of relying on Spencer Gifts -- or worse, the Adam & Eve catalog!
Although, really, I have to give lucifrix all the credit for talking her into actually buying it. I just tagged along for the actual purchase.
Have I mentioned lately that you totally rock, D?
A leisurely Sunday morning breakfast at IHOP, and then dropping off the overnight guest at the bus stop. A long afternoon nap on the couch, and grilled steaks for dinner.
What an awesome weekend. ::: enormous grin ::: I feel incredibly refreshed.
Friday night, it was off to Outback with lucifrix and others. We had a rowdy and rollicking good time with cheese fries, onions, and steak. Then we went shopping at a nearby mall and continued with the rowdiness.
Funny thing is . . . we weren't even drunk!
Sometimes, it's just fun to be really loud and obnoxious and to act like teenagers again. It was the greatest of fun. One member of our party pointed out that we were making more noise than the table full of pre-teens next to us. Like I said . . . wonderful fun.
It was so great to laugh and carry on and really, really relax and let loose.
Friday morning was the trip to New York that we've been planning for almost *months* now. It was originally supposed to be a weekend, but as things panned out, a day trip was better.
Things started out a little bit more hectically than I would have liked, as we went to a nearby bagel shop and I threw a fit because I couldn't find parking and nearly got run over by six different people in their jags and beemers.
Sometimes, I really hate rich people. I would bitch-slap Lex Luthor himself if he cut me off in the parking lot on my way to get breakfast.
I am not a very nice person when I am hungry.
And because of the hold-up with breakfast, we missed the 11:12am train to NYC -- despite my *best* efforts to drive like a maniac -- and had to wait half an hour for another.
Oh, and another thing. NJTransit at Princeton Junction is NOT particularly clear on the parking situation. I parked in a lot marked "Permit Parking Only" and intermittently prayed for the rest of the day that my car would still *be* there when I returned.
The train ride was fairly uneventful. Some annoying people sat down near us, so we moved . . . only to receive even more annoying people.
They got what they deserved, though, when an announcement was made somewhere along the line that the train would be delayed while a disabled train was cleared from the tracks ahead. The entire group departed en masse for the PATH train.
Seven minutes later, we started moving again, and I'm betting that we beat the entire pack into Penn Station.
::: grinning wickedly :::
Went to Madame Tussaud's and got creeped out by the history room. Although, as lucifrix pointed out . . . any minute, we kept expecting to hear the Sisters of Mercy. Anyone for a rousing rendition of "This Corrosion"?
I thought that Yasir Arafat was absolutely the most authentic figure in the place. I was almost totally wigged.
Went to Katz's Deli for lunch -- that's where they filmed the famous orgasm scene in "When Harry Met Sally". My corned beef Reuben was excellent . . . not *that* good, but tasty. By which I mean, there was no orgasm happening, but I was so damned hungry that not even sex could have distracted me from lunch.
There must have been two pounds of meat on the thing -- better have been, considering that it was a thirteen-dollar sandwich! Well, I did get two meals out of it, so I guess it was worth it.
My inner five-year-old threw a temper tantrum because we didn't go to some Martian-themed space restaurant, but it shut up when I stuffed it full of corned beef and sauerkraut.
Both people with me placated my inner child by promising another trip, complete with lunch at the Martian theme restaurant.
Then we were off to the toy store!
Trekked off to Toys In Babeland, a fun little corner shop full of . . . yep. Sex toys. And sex books, and all kinds of fun stuff.
I, who considered myself quite worldly prior to this trip, found myself needing explanations on the use and purposes of more of the merchandise than I really would have expected.
The leopard-handled rubber whip was really pretty, but honestly. Thirty dollars for something that was only going to decorate my drawers? Maybe if I were going to redecorate my living room, Trading Spaces-style. Anybody see the episode where Doug put a blown-up cheesecake photograph of the homeowner over the fireplace?
Now that's *my* idea of a proper dungeon. ;)
Anyway, leopard-trimmed toys aside, I bought two vibrators and a book instead. Haven't broken them in yet, but it's good to know that they're there for when I'm ready.
I really felt good, going into that place and buying stuff like that. It's a very empowering, womanly kind of thing to do.
The store was awesome . . . tables and racks of all kinds of toys, for all kinds of tastes, arranged neatly so that you could handle them and get an idea for the texture, speed of vibration, and so forth and so on.
Quite a handy idea, I must say. For instance, I learned that electrically powered vibrators are WAAAAAAY too strong for my tastes!
I also learned that the stuff meant for guys to fuck was so incredibly realistic-feeling that I was sort of grossed out.
And that I had had *no* fuckin' clue that there was so much to choose from in the way of dildos and vibrators and all kinds of stuff. And that's not even counting all the butt plugs and tickling stuff.
The idea of a dolphin or any other kind of animal tickler is really, really disturbing to me. The "Hello Kitty" vibrator was positively frightening, though!
I was very proud of our companion for buying herself one of those incredibly discreet vibrators shaped like a lipstick.
Making the purchase seemed like something of a hurdle for her to overcome -- she did, at one point, have to leave the store because it was a bit overwhelming for her.
Recalling how intimidated I was before I bought my first toys, I had nothing but sympathy for her. Wish I had had some knowledgeable friends to take me to a cool store like Toys In Babeland, instead of relying on Spencer Gifts -- or worse, the Adam & Eve catalog!
Although, really, I have to give lucifrix all the credit for talking her into actually buying it. I just tagged along for the actual purchase.
Have I mentioned lately that you totally rock, D?
A leisurely Sunday morning breakfast at IHOP, and then dropping off the overnight guest at the bus stop. A long afternoon nap on the couch, and grilled steaks for dinner.
What an awesome weekend. ::: enormous grin ::: I feel incredibly refreshed.