ďWe are so vain that we even care for the opinions of those we donít care for.Ē Ė Marie Egner von Eschenback
This morning, I almost fell into that trap. I tend to be fairly vain. But I was distracted with love from many directions! Guess who I heard from! Good olí tall boy from the great up North. Thatís right, the leader of Camp David (thatís the house in the Palisades, not the Presidentís vacation spot) sent a shout-out my way, and I canít wait to talk to him!
I remember weekend parties at that house, those boys are most generous. Theyíd get back from a tour (donít want to tell you the mega-stars they manage, because that could be very incriminating), and throw a party, invite me up with a caravan from San Diego (that is, after I moved back down here from L.A.) I remember laying on the grass in the middle of what seemed like a jungle and opening my eyes to see what seemed like an angel handing me a Jamba Juice . You need to keep adding nutrients to your body when you party like that, you know. So thoughtful! Anyway, Iím excited to get back to him and find out how that whole crew is doing, and then driving up for a visit. Woo hoo!
Thank you, Philo,, for posting a froggert-like game with little adorable butts instead of frogs. You gotta love it.
Last night, I reached a point of extreme happiness . Warm inside, with the cool rain pattering on a sky light, tapping against large windows, comfortable, safe, with M.s.ís head on my leg, looking up at me and talking excitedly about the stock market. I was so overwhelmed with joy that my eyes watered. He didnít notice, which was good, because I didnít want to explain my predicament, I just wanted to experience it. I burned the moment into my brain, I tilted my head back against a pillow and smiled into myself, and I could feel the core of me smile back.
Itís rare that I can release everything in the world and surrender to the moment. Happy moments are so much easier to get lost in, though, and yesterday, I was so lost in the moment that Sherlock himself could not have found me.
Jubilated, I suddenly felt very playful, and had a wild time playing with My slave. Those thigh-cuffs are excellent! Another moment to get lost in, with black leather, bound wrists to thighs, a black ball forcing a wet mouth to stay open, eyes filled with such devotion and worship, that is, until I covered them with a blindfold. Hot little toy on his knees, bound and gagged and helpless and Me, standing over him and taking My pleasure. I donít know HOW Iím supposed to work after letting that run through My head again.
But I digress. Suffice it to say, life is still good. I had lunch with the amazing Ms. Caryl Ann yesterday (yay!) Emerson said "Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path." Good ol' Emerson. I am working and learning and loving and laughing and living. I am LIVING. These times remind me of a phrase I used to use that made absolutely no sense, but somehow, made me feel good: Take THAT to the bank and smoke it, Bitch! Man, the good olí days. But they canít hold a candle to the day Iím in right now.