Monday, Sept. 13, 2004 - 3:12 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Back from Kinky Weekend
here i am here i am!!
I just got back from the Kink weekend. It was quite fun, though a bit more lowkey that I would have imagined. I'll give a more detailed rundown maybe tomorrow.
Right now I'm rather zonked... it is crazy to drive 6 hours, work 4 hours at a dress-up play party, get to bed at 4am plus, get up for workshops starting at 10am (that means showered and dressed and sitting in a chair in a hotel conference room at 10am)... do shit all day, then another play party then more workshops then drive another 6 hours. aack!!
I did get some compliments on my outfits, lots of flirting, some fun workshops, some sucking face and biting and feeling up, some exchanging of emails, some inviting of cute people to visit here, and some meals with friends.
All in all a very successful weekend, and as we were on the autoroute out of Toronto, it suddenly occured to me that I HAD NOT THOUGHT ABOUT WORK FOR 48 HOURS!! yowza!! How wild is THAT?!! Even when I take an evening off at home it is still breathing down my neck. So that was an incredibly cool discovery.
Anyhews, I did catch up a bit on the diaries I missed, rubbed the dog's tummy (she was delighted at my return), grumble about the cat that refuses to use the cat litter and instead pees in the sink and tub (I guess they see me doing it in porcelain recipients with plumbing vs a litter box??), and ate a couple pieces of pickled herring.
Yes, that was my one major splurge... $4 for a jar of pickled herring to bring home. I am happy to say I spent under $200 for the whole trip, including food, the travel (gas for Hotsauce's car), and hotel. Yeah. Go wenchie!!
More news soon.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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