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2002-11-04

Costumes, VEGAS, and MORE!

Holy FUCK, I had a ridiculously fabulous weekend. So fabulous, in fact, that I do believe we need a new word for �fabulous.� Work on that for me, will you? Great. Let�s get all into then:

Friday night, costume party at the Honey Bee Hive. I dressed as a Dominating Mistress (which is SO unlike me). I wore a rubber corset, black with red lacing, matching my black and red boa, long leather gloves, long black skirt, big tall shoes. It felt very nice. To complete my ensemble, I brought along my slave, wearing a double-lined black leather straight jacket (yes, the real kind), and hot leather pants with buckles from ankle to thigh (sigh). My �discovery� of the leather patches that snapped on over nipples was delightful. It was great to see friends dressed up and creative down at the Hive, good music� oh! They moved the DJ station to a platform over the bar, thereby transforming this little hole-in-the-wall to full-fledged club appeal. Curious G topped it off nicely, spinning tunes that made me move.

After the party, I went to the zone to have wicked fun with my costume. Saturday morning! Ronaldo had the audacity to call me at 8:17 a.m., eager to get on the road. Punctual Barbarella arrived at his salon right before 9 and off we went! Okay, we stopped to get bagels and then, off we went! The ride was hilarious, as we talked and joked and laughed at all the sick little things we like to talk about, joke about, and laugh at. Nice, luxury rent-a-car, and Ron at the wheel. Very cool. Less than 5 hours later (you don�t need to know the speed at which we drove) we were pulling onto the strip in Vegas, looking to find our spot and get settled in. We actually stayed at the Flamingo, with a gigantic room that overlooked the Bellagio water show and most of the strip � VERY nice. By the way, all of this was provided for free, because Ron rocks at what he does.

The party, oh the party! Catered by Caesar�s Palace, located in one of their adjoining suites (huge), tasty food, a full bar, all free. Wonderful people (a lot of them from San Diego!), great conversation, we were quite the pair, with Ron in his gray-fur Slut-monkey costume and me in black feathers and a mauve bustier. Turning heads with our walks through the casinos, from Rome to gay Paree (I spelled it phonetically for your benefit). I wish I could tell you more about the actual party. But I can�t. Suffice it to say, these people were money, they were all very nice, and very fun, with a dash of psychosis and a pinch of responsibility, topped off with a dollop of creamy naughtiness.

The next morning, after plenty of sleep (surprised?) we headed back to San Diego. On the way, we stopped at Bun Boy�s , almost as a joke. But holy shit, I have honestly NEVER tasted a BETTER burger, and I don�t typically eat them. The first bite was like a slap of nostalgia from family picnics, perfectly grilled and charred meat, even the freakin� bun had been grilled. Ron suggested my dad was back there flipping �em. We were amazed, to the point of commenting on just HOW good it tasted for the duration of the meal, and basically the rest of the ride home. I swear, someone figured out how to make those burgers taste like childhood happiness. I can never eat another burger, because all it will do is bring me disappointment after Bun Boy.

Back in San Diego, I bid Ron adieu, and stopped by Spider Monkey�s for the beautiful earrings I�m wearing today (woman knows my style and picked me up the gift while she was in Salem for Halloween). It was so nice to see her, she�s been away for so long! Then, after checking in with my cats and showering off the evening and long drive, I headed over to the zone to watch Casablanca for the first time. A good night�s rest and a few hundred orgasms later, I finally made it into the office, where I�m successfully dicking off before I jump into this paperwork.

My weekend was perfectamundo, exactly as it should be� for me.

-Barbarella

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Costumes, VEGAS, and MORE! 2002-11-04 10:38 a.m. Holy FUCK, I had a ridiculously fabulous weekend. So fabulous, in fact, that I do believe we need a new word for �fabulous.� Work on that for me, will you? Great. Let�s get all into then:

Friday night, costume party at the Honey Bee Hive. I dressed as a Dominating Mistress (which is SO unlike me). I wore a rubber corset, black with red lacing, matching my black and red boa, long leather gloves, long black skirt, big tall shoes. It felt very nice. To complete my ensemble, I brought along my slave, wearing a double-lined black leather straight jacket (yes, the real kind), and hot leather pants with buckles from ankle to thigh (sigh). My �discovery� of the leather patches that snapped on over nipples was delightful. It was great to see friends dressed up and creative down at the Hive, good music� oh! They moved the DJ station to a platform over the bar, thereby transforming this little hole-in-the-wall to full-fledged club appeal. Curious G topped it off nicely, spinning tunes that made me move.

After the party, I went to the zone to have wicked fun with my costume. Saturday morning! Ronaldo had the audacity to call me at 8:17 a.m., eager to get on the road. Punctual Barbarella arrived at his salon right before 9 and off we went! Okay, we stopped to get bagels and then, off we went! The ride was hilarious, as we talked and joked and laughed at all the sick little things we like to talk about, joke about, and laugh at. Nice, luxury rent-a-car, and Ron at the wheel. Very cool. Less than 5 hours later (you don�t need to know the speed at which we drove) we were pulling onto the strip in Vegas, looking to find our spot and get settled in. We actually stayed at the Flamingo, with a gigantic room that overlooked the Bellagio water show and most of the strip � VERY nice. By the way, all of this was provided for free, because Ron rocks at what he does.

The party, oh the party! Catered by Caesar�s Palace, located in one of their adjoining suites (huge), tasty food, a full bar, all free. Wonderful people (a lot of them from San Diego!), great conversation, we were quite the pair, with Ron in his gray-fur Slut-monkey costume and me in black feathers and a mauve bustier. Turning heads with our walks through the casinos, from Rome to gay Paree (I spelled it phonetically for your benefit). I wish I could tell you more about the actual party. But I can�t. Suffice it to say, these people were money, they were all very nice, and very fun, with a dash of psychosis and a pinch of responsibility, topped off with a dollop of creamy naughtiness.

The next morning, after plenty of sleep (surprised?) we headed back to San Diego. On the way, we stopped at Bun Boy�s , almost as a joke. But holy shit, I have honestly NEVER tasted a BETTER burger, and I don�t typically eat them. The first bite was like a slap of nostalgia from family picnics, perfectly grilled and charred meat, even the freakin� bun had been grilled. Ron suggested my dad was back there flipping �em. We were amazed, to the point of commenting on just HOW good it tasted for the duration of the meal, and basically the rest of the ride home. I swear, someone figured out how to make those burgers taste like childhood happiness. I can never eat another burger, because all it will do is bring me disappointment after Bun Boy.

Back in San Diego, I bid Ron adieu, and stopped by Spider Monkey�s for the beautiful earrings I�m wearing today (woman knows my style and picked me up the gift while she was in Salem for Halloween). It was so nice to see her, she�s been away for so long! Then, after checking in with my cats and showering off the evening and long drive, I headed over to the zone to watch Casablanca for the first time. A good night�s rest and a few hundred orgasms later, I finally made it into the office, where I�m successfully dicking off before I jump into this paperwork.

My weekend was perfectamundo, exactly as it should be� for me.