I have one more session to do before I can run off to “da club”.

I think I may just make it out of town tomorrow. Crossing my fingers and jumping up and down to be in Numbers tomorrow night with all of my Houston peeps! Dancing, singing, runing around, smoozing, and having a ball. If finances permit I can just fly back Saturday night, and if not, I can ride the bus back. Less than hour on a plane to be back in my bed again…I used to do that sometimes when living in Houston and visiting New Orleans.

I’d even be able to drop in on my mother and give her her X-mas gift I forgot to mail, and duck out in time to avoid our long, drawn out, grumpy arguements. Family is not my strong point…I wish I were hatched, or just my own individual species unto myself.

Oh, how I look forward to tonight. And it’s Todd’s first night back, and I want to run their for Framboise! Yummy Yummy Yummy.

I forgot, there is wine in the kitchen, I still have a session then pop the cork. There are also beautiful sunflowers I was given today and cheese to go with the wine. These were from the screen writer. He may be joining me on my trip to Houston next month. He wants to see and interact with this lifestyle. Curiosity killed the cat. He wants to learn more about it so he can write with a more accurate view of the characters…but the thing is the lifestyle all around you, in people you least expect. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Some of the freakiest drest people aren’t into it at all. Sometimes a collar is just a necklace, and a bodage belt just a fashion accessory.

The one thing I dread about tonight is picking boots or shoes. That is the most difficult part of getting dressed.

So I have 30 more minutes till show time. Fun Fun Fun. For now I am sitting back to ICP. Laughing my ass off, and getting all sorts of excited about all the possibilities of the evening.

Do everything we can to not be so naughty that we get put in a cab till the next night. Sometimes they have to pull us off the dance floor for getting a little too frisky and fun with all our friends. lol. I love wild times…makes me miss Numbers, where “floor fucking” is the national pass time, the bathroom might as well be marked off as VIP because people that don’t hang out there think that every one is waiting in line, but were really just hanging out with our friends. I remember nights of people dancing on the bathroom counters, flipping the light switch so we could have the disco in the bathroom, and different couples doing different sexual and other naughty acts in each stall, often breaking off the doors in the wild process.

Oh and the nights Purple and I would trade clothes, I would be dressed as him and he in my dress. Great memories in that place. What ever happened top the game the played on the patio called “cone-off-all”? Where they stack a chair on a bench and a beer bottle on top, and try to run at it with a traffic cone and knock only the beer bottle off to the ground with out moving it till the cops would come and take our traffic cone away? It was usually Matt, Purple, Edgar, and Tommy. I love those boys. I love Houston. Oh Scumbers, how I love your filthy puddles of 25 cent beer all over the dance floor, making mud, while goth girls “floor fuck” in it. For those so under privledge or too young, the goth “floor fucking” is when they crawl all over the floor looking like various sexual positions but solo usually. You know, like strippers. Ah, I actually love showing my age. Someday I won’t.

Turn on your news channels…Part of Canada, all of NYC and plenty of other surrounding towns are with out power.
I remember about 7 years ago half the country lost power because one of the main computers went down, so the outages were every other block where I was.

I had a nice long nap (Kelly warned me that she won’t be letting me sleep while they are here), now I am waiting on a screen writer who is consulting with me on his next project, as well as I am having a session right after he leaves, and then off to da’ club.

It was so cute…the manager of where we fhang out said “Where the hell have you been?!” When Jacque and I dropped in. Yesterday morning I even had a concerned call from one of our bartender friends there asking if we were okay because we hadn’t been to the club in a week. How sweet.

I wish all my luck on those friends of mine stuck in the heat of New York with no power, and I hope none are stuck in elevators.

The slave has gone. I am thinking of a slave name for him…I think it should be “pickle” Jacque didn’t like it, but it is really my slave, and her’s by my sharing.

Batty and Kelly are coming, batty and Kelly are coming, whippeeee yahooo!

I miss them, they are supposed to move here soon. It’s on. I have a lot more play todo today. jacque has her first solo appointment. I have a session, and still have slave time.

The new slave is highly reactive to EVERYTHING. He squeals and hollers, and writhes uncontrolably…what fun. Not a safe word came from his lips.

He is intelligent, communicative, and fairly thurough in both speech and his duties.

It has been a long day, and long night.

Well, before I get any rest C. is going to visit for a bit. I already took 2 Valerian root, and 3 benadryl to help me sleep so he better hurry. He just called a bit ago to ask if he could see me.