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Say that three times fast!
That was a crazy weekend, as predicted. I'm only just now recovering, and I'm not even really so sure about that. The last time I did a marathon I was considerably younger, and thinner, and in much better shape. I'll try to keep that in mind the next time I jam pack a weekend like that.
The weather was good though, which rolled out every allergen known to man (and woman). I was in pretty bad shape after Sunday, and I doubt very much of it had to do with my age, weight, or fitness level. Fekkin' nature!
Speaking of things which cause a reaction, I have some new yummy perfume. I couldn't be happier. I don't know what I did to deserve such a bestowment, and I daren't ask should my inquiry be mistaken as protest. Even I like the way I smell now…
Ohhhh, the demo…full of hilarity. I don't know why but it was a giggle-fest – I mean, as far as men are known to giggle, which I didn't know they were…and yet there they were. I was tryin' to be all mean and tough and bitchy n' stuff, but everything I did seemed to generate laughter – between gasps of surprise and pain that is! Okay, I was talking a lot for the demo, which isn't my normal game face, and I was keeping the group engaged and informed of the promoter's store and website – and although I hadn't planned on it being a comedy act, the whole spiel just took on that tone. It wasn't a bad thing but it wasn't at all what I had in mind.
I personally think it was that the group of 10 victims were exchanging their own brand of energy and it, the energy, took on a life of it's own. I was entertaining, but I can't say anyone actually learned anything…except maybe a few people learned not to volunteer for me again…some tears were shed.
I did some zippers that turned out cool – crossing between 3 people and as they spun away from each other, first in one direction, then in another, whaling in pain with each spin. It brought a smile to my face. I used some clamps to anchor thin lines of nylon rope, using the body as a pulley, weighted at the other end by another body (or a weight). This one poor gal had played so long and hard with her partner the night before that her skin was quite penetrable and bled all over the place after being crushed by an alligator clamp – but she said it was okay and everyone just went with it. I hung things from people's ears, noses, scrotums, and from the skin between their fingers…Man! I love clamps! I forgot how much fun they can be when weighted and used in mass. I had a rope guy help me out to make some of my clamp anchored tension bondage look prettier than I would do with my own gear. I'm not a rope person, I haven't the patience for it, but it sure is pretty - - it was definitely a crowd pleaser. One of the guys had such welts left from some of the clamps the likes of which I've never seen – it was way cool!! I had a good time.
Oh yeah, and that was another cool thing – I had totally forgotten to bring the top of my outfit, so the rope guy made me a rope corset. It was nice. And I got to see, first hand, my boy toy get a little jealous of me getting attention from a dude who was clearly “into it”…or so the boy toy would have me believe! Mwhahaha! That was funny, but I didn't let him stew in his jealousy all night…even though I happen to know the rope guy is gay, and while he may have been “into” the rope corset, certainly wasn't into me…unless I'm turning them straight nowadays!?!
But it was a crazy long weekend, riddled with misery and antihistamines. I wanted desperately to scratch my own eyes out and rip off my own nose. And I would have done it too if I weren't distracted by thoughts of clips and clamps racing through my head.
