Date night with qubit, and the morning, and my plans
So last night qubit and xat collected me from work, and then we went our seperate ways.
xat went to hang out with Andy, who sadly was feeling not-so-good. Emergency room not-so-good. He's mostly okay, they think. But xat got to hang out with Guile and Marissa, which was good. Except that evidently Marissa is very weirded out by people she knows being poly. I dunno. I think I scare Marissa, which makes no sense to me at all, since she is good at things I am hopeless at, like Guile. And studying. Be that as it may, it was a very late night for poor xat.
qubit and I went out to Gardens of Salonica. We both had skordalia, so that was good, and dinner was good, and talking was good. Then we came home and ripped each other's clothes off. I will draw a veil of discretion across this part, except to say that we slept well and I love my body. And his.
When we woke up this morning, xat had come in without waking either of us. So there was the showering and all that stuff. And then xat couldn't find her wallet. Major panic. Eek, eek! It still has not been located, but she is off to Rochester to wheedle her birth certificate out of her parents so that she can get on the plane tomorrow. I know how to deal with lost wallets. I didn't know I knew, but I do. So that's a good deal.
Update: She found her wallet at the hospital. It had fallen out of her pocket and slipped behind the chair. All is well with the world.
So my plan for today:
Write email.
Get dressed.
Walk to Baja Tortilla Grille that has magically (and happily) appeared in the neighborhood.
Eat.
Buy envoy a present.
Buy a couple groceries.
Come home.
Turn up the heat.
Walk around naked all day, alternately masturbating and quilting. You think I'm kidding. Hah! I'm in extrordinary love and fascination with my body, and now I'm going to pay attention to it. The textures, the tastes, the reactions. I'm going to dig out my nipple clamps. Sorry to everyone I just squicked, but hey, my journal. I'm going to have a date with my pulsating rotating shower head. Whee! And I'm going to cut out large bits of my quilt while sitting on the floor watching the Olympics. Damn, life is good.
xat went to hang out with Andy, who sadly was feeling not-so-good. Emergency room not-so-good. He's mostly okay, they think. But xat got to hang out with Guile and Marissa, which was good. Except that evidently Marissa is very weirded out by people she knows being poly. I dunno. I think I scare Marissa, which makes no sense to me at all, since she is good at things I am hopeless at, like Guile. And studying. Be that as it may, it was a very late night for poor xat.
qubit and I went out to Gardens of Salonica. We both had skordalia, so that was good, and dinner was good, and talking was good. Then we came home and ripped each other's clothes off. I will draw a veil of discretion across this part, except to say that we slept well and I love my body. And his.
When we woke up this morning, xat had come in without waking either of us. So there was the showering and all that stuff. And then xat couldn't find her wallet. Major panic. Eek, eek! It still has not been located, but she is off to Rochester to wheedle her birth certificate out of her parents so that she can get on the plane tomorrow. I know how to deal with lost wallets. I didn't know I knew, but I do. So that's a good deal.
Update: She found her wallet at the hospital. It had fallen out of her pocket and slipped behind the chair. All is well with the world.
So my plan for today:
Write email.
Get dressed.
Walk to Baja Tortilla Grille that has magically (and happily) appeared in the neighborhood.
Eat.
Buy envoy a present.
Buy a couple groceries.
Come home.
Turn up the heat.
Walk around naked all day, alternately masturbating and quilting. You think I'm kidding. Hah! I'm in extrordinary love and fascination with my body, and now I'm going to pay attention to it. The textures, the tastes, the reactions. I'm going to dig out my nipple clamps. Sorry to everyone I just squicked, but hey, my journal. I'm going to have a date with my pulsating rotating shower head. Whee! And I'm going to cut out large bits of my quilt while sitting on the floor watching the Olympics. Damn, life is good.