- I had dinner with 13 Messages and Hubman a week or so ago. I never thought when I started this particular blog that I would have the chance to hang out with other bloggers face to face, in real life, mano y mano, or something like that. I showed Hubman some of that southern hospitality and chaffeured him to and from his hotel and the restaurant where we met up with 13. If anyone at a nearby table was listening in, they got an earful of sexy conversation about open marriage, swinging and the like. Lucky eavesdroppers! It was a great time in the company of two sweet and sexy gentlemen.
- Our Vegas trip with C-Man and M is in two weeks!!!! I am so excited I can hardly stand it!!! It will be a whirlwind trip due to babysitter issues on our end but we will make the best of our very limited time there and I know that its gonna be a blast! I've never been to Vegas but its about to get checked off my bucket list. And the fact that I get to go with Mr. Man AND meet up with C-Man and M there in a swanky hotel AND have wild crazy hot sexy time, well now, that's just biscuits and gravy right there! I cannot fucking wait!!!! Can you tell??? You know those valley girls who say "OHMAHGAWD, OHMAHGAWD, OHMAHGAWD" a lot? That's me right now thinking about this trip.
- I have no idea what came over me but I have signed up for six weeks of burlesque classes. They start in just over a week. What.The.Hell. A friend happened to mention being interested in going and in a moment of temporary yet all encompassing insanity, I agreed to go with her. After the deed was done and the class registered and paid for, I thought about one of my favorite bloggers, Babe Lincoln and her foray into the world of burlesque. Would it be weird to say that I wish she could go with me to that first class? I need moral support and my friend who got me into this in the first place is as clueless as I am. I'm trying to embrace things outside my normal comfort zone and this definitely qualifies. I've never taken a dance class in my life and I have no rhythm unless I'm drunk off my ass, and then I only THINK I do. But it will be fun I hope and intimidating I'm sure. Hilarity is sure to ensue. Or a broken leg.