Tomorrow morning, that is. Today, there is still much to do. In the middle of doing laundry, getting my hair cut in an hour. Picking up the rental car this afternoon. And packing. So much packing.
Always a challenge for these events. You’d think I was going away for three weeks instead of three days. But you know, outfits are important. Not to mention panties. Lots and lots and lots of panties.
I have many. This is one drawer of two, and it’s missing several pairs that in the wash right now. Sometimes, I think I should just dump the drawers into my suitcase and be done with it.
But that would be silly. Right? Of course… (sigh)
So I will pick and choose. And of course, then there are the remaining lingerie items, the dresses, the skirts, the shorts, the tops, the PJs, the shoes, the makeup, the hair products, the… oh, hell. The women know what I’m talking about. The men are rolling their eyes.
I never quite relax until we arrive at the Suncoast. The ride to Vegas has much potential for disaster, since the I-15 route going there is rated one of the top 10 most dangerous highways in the U.S. You can imagine how comforted I was when I saw that on TV last week! But so far, we’ve made it every time. That little voice that keeps saying “Maybe this will be the time that we won’t” seriously needs to #$%& off.
I had mentioned this on FetLife a week or so ago — while I always look forward to the play, I find that this time, I’m looking forward far more to simply seeing all our friends, to the hugs, to the laughs, to the closeness and camaraderie. Loners don’t get much of that. Can’t wait to see all the dear familiar faces, plus will be meeting a bunch of new ones too. I do hope people will forgive me if I’m frazzled. I’ll settle down after a day or so; I just get so overwhelmed with all there is to do in so little time.
Plus, I have reasons to be extra excited this time. I didn’t mention this until now, because I was so afraid I’d jinx it somehow. But I am doing not one, but two shoots during this party weekend.
The first one will be a fun quickie clip with BratKaye of Amateur Spankings. We met her at the “50 Freaks” party last February and she is an absolute hoot, and she asked if we could shoot a little something together. The spanker will be the gentleman who runs the site (don’t know if I can use his name, so I won’t). We’ll do this on Saturday late morning, before lunch.
The second one — are you ready? Drum roll, please. On Sunday afternoon, John and I will be heading to the home of the one and only Dana Kane, where I’ll be shooting a scene with her partner, the handsome gentleman formerly known as the Court Disciplinarian for Spanking Court. To my knowledge, this is the first time Dana has shot any M/F content for her site, so I am truly honored. Plus I am sooo jazzed to see them both again — it’s been nearly two years, and now that SC has gone dark, there’s no chance of any reunions in that venue. Oh, and I finally get to meet all her kitties! Dana has a wickedly good idea for a scenario and I think this will be lots of fun.
But of course, more for Erica to stress about! “Ack! I need to get plenty of sleep so I won’t have raccoon eyes on camera!” “Ugh! What if I get marked before the shoots?” “Eeek! What if I’m too sore?” Oh, shut up.
I will simply have to pace myself, and tell people I’m not down for my heaviest play (until Sunday night, when all bets are off). And make sure I get my Zzzzz’s.
It’s been a crazy, crazy time with John the past few weeks. He bought a second property (a condo) and it’s been an insane time of mortgage arrangements, loan approvals, property inspections, dickering with the seller for repairs, shopping for furniture, endless emails and calls with his broker, etc. The heart issue has been put on hold because he has to resolve all his dental issues before any of that can take place. Yesterday, the poor dear had a tooth pulled. I was freaked out, worried that it would make his weekend miserable, but he got two opinions and both said that he’d be OK. It was a particularly bad tooth, which had been crowned and then had a root canal, so there were no nerves left and there wasn’t much tooth left either. So fingers crossed that he won’t be feeling any discomfort this weekend. He called me last night and said he felt fine. All the papers are signed and all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed, so we are free and clear to head out of town. (whew)
All right then. I won’t be blogging during the party, but I will check in with email and comments and what-have-you often with my phone. I promise I will have the usual report(s) when I come back! Have a happy, safe and fun holiday weekend, y’all.