Well shit, I forgot my iPod. Again. But thatís okay, because rather than figuring out which songs I will be rocking out to in the office (no rockiní for me today), I can update you on my corybantic weekend! This was, by far, my most social and eventful weekend in at least a year, and Iím going to break it down for you.
Friday night I was in a frenzy. I rushed from work to my cats, from my cats to the zone, from the zone to the gallery, and from the gallery to the dinner party. Whew! Suzanneís work is incredible, and I suggest you swing by Playa Gallery to check it out while itís still hanging. Fizgig was playing music and I had a chance to quickly catch up with him and Nina, among others. After a small dose of friends and artwork, I headed up to La Jolla to a dinner party of about 20 for one birthday girl. I knew two of the 20 when I got there, but by the end of the night, I had selected an acceptable handful of people worth talking to. I had arrived early (not a surprise, given my little obsession with timeliness), and had befriended the bartender long enough to invent a new drink. Espresso, chocolate liquor, and raspberry vodka. What a buzz, wowzer!
(Speaking of inventing drinks, I insist that you go to Crush and order a Barbarella.... if the bartender does not immediately recognize it, tell him a raspberry-chocolate martini. This is another drink invented with the help of M.s., and I know they use raspberry liquor, but Iím not sure what else. It doesnít matter, itís delicious, so go get one.)
I was most naughty Saturday morning, as I played with M.s. and chalked up at least 5 lines and plenty of nicks on the bedpost (if you get my drift). After receiving as much pleasure as my namesake absorbed from Duran Duranís orgasmatron, I was ready to tackle my online traffic school. I finished in record time, and I was pleased to discover that I already know all of the necessary California laws. Doesnít mean I donít break them here and there, but at least I know what they are to begin with.
Saturday night, the EVENT! With the help of a certain Mistress , a birthday/play party was thrown for Zen Dom (alright, I give) and the ever-beautiful Lizard. I was dressed in my custom-made leather corset (the first time I wore it out, and I do believe it was a hit). There is not enough room in all of Diaryland for me to describe to you the debauchery that took place during this party. The dj set up in the corner of the BIG room was playing righteous tunes and dancing excitedly. The building consisted of a dungeon room, a reception room, a backyard with a fire-pit and view, a very large room with walls lined with colorful cushions, and a bar. The highlight of the evening for me was a dancing demonstration by two beautiful belly-dancers.
They used fire during some of their performance, arching back and feeding each other the flames, igniting their bellies and wiping off the fire with their bare hands. At one point, they simulated several of the Kama Sutra positions, and I must say, it was pretty steamy. By steamy, I mean HOT, or as a good friend of mine said, ďboner inducing.Ē The birthday girl had fun feeling my shelf (a.k.a., my breasts pushed up in that corset), and she looked hot in her little white thong and white mesh top. The birthday boy was the center of attention with his display of dominance over two gorgeous slaves at the same time. Again, I must say the word, ďHOT.Ē Iíve always been a bit of a voyeur, though. As I said, though, I mustnít give the entire tale of the evening, as I still have Sunday to talk about, and Iím sure that more than half of you cannot handle the whole story.
Sunday morning, I slept in a bit and then headed down to the local UPS to take my final exam for traffic school. I think I passed with flying colors, none of which are yellow or orange. Then I met up with my father at church , just as it was letting out. The reverend of this Church of Whatís Happening Now is an old friend of mine. When I encountered him at the door, where he was bidding his farewells to members of his congregation, I said, ďGee, am I late?Ē Hee hee. Heís a sweetheart. My father and I left the church and went to a very special luncheon in honor of very special volunteers for very special children. My father has been an active volunteer and wish granter for seven years, and I was proud to be there with him.
After the luncheon and the poignant slide show which followed a young manís speech (young, meaning 9-year-old) who was recently granted a wish, we left to face the rest of our day. I went to the mall (I do not recommend ever going to the mall on a Sunday afternoon, but this was an emergency) to pick up my new prescription sunglasses. Man, are they hot. I canít find a picture, but hereís the web site of the designer. Theyíre red, horizontal diamond-shaped glasses, and theyíre simply fabulous.
After the mall (yes, weíre still going, I TOLD you it was a crazy weekend!) I tried to tackle my homework and I was happily interrupted by an old friend (someone Iíd link, but I canít seem to find her site right now) and a new neighbor, who happens to be a videographer and photographer for the number ONE online porn companies. We had some stimulating discourse, apparently inevitable with a crowd that includes a pro-domme, a pornographer, a fine-art photographer, an oriental medicine guru and ME. I did not get much homework done this weekend, but man, did I socialize! AND, I just found out that I will be on the COVER of the San Diego Reader. Look for me there, and let them know what you think of my feature. Tee hee!!!!