On Saturday, John and I went to a belated surprise birthday party for Paul Kennedy. His birthday was in January, but he was in the UK at the time. So several of us convened at Alex and Paul’s house around 7:00; he had taken off, as he was told that Alex was doing a session until 8:00. When he came home, he was thoroughly surprised! One of Alex’s friends had made a large casserole dish of homemade mac and cheese, we had a table laden with snacks and a beautiful birthday cake decorated with strawberries.
For the first portion of the party, we had to be very well behaved because one couple was completely vanilla and had no idea about any of our proclivities. (There were a few other non-spankos in attendance, but they were all kink-friendly.) When they left, Alex blurted, “OK, we can be dirty now!” and we let our hair down. It’s not a party until you see Sarah Gregory’s boobs, so they made an appearance.
Oh, and because Paul couldn’t take his own birthday spankings, of course, he doled them out to several of us. 🙂
For a b-day present, I went to a cute little place near me called “Oh Fancy That!” It specializes in British foods and gifts, so I made him up a treat bag filled with all kinds of snacks (crisps, Hobnobs, a Cadbury bar, and yes, spotted dick). I even put in a can of Bass Shandy Ale.
A great time was had by all, and it was a perfect warm-up for 50 Freaks this coming weekend. Speaking of which, the stress begins. I’ve got a ton of stuff to do and not enough time to do it, and yet I find myself sitting here paralyzed, spinning my wheels instead of getting off my butt and hopping to it. Also, I have been working on a collection of five books, and I finished the third one on Friday, thinking I’d get #4 over the weekend and work on it last night. But I haven’t gotten it yet; it’s not ready for me. So now it’s going to be a crunch, even though I did my damndest to keep it from being one. And I probably won’t be able to get #5 done before I go after all. 😦
And why is it that the little unexpected time-consumers crop up when you’re already under the gun? The clasp broke on my favorite necklace last night. So I’m adding jewelry repair to the list of errands.
Yeah, I know, First-world problems. I stress, therefore I am. I even misplaced my car keys yesterday while we were at brunch, and damn near had a panic attack until John saved the day and found them wedged between my car seats.
Enough. As long as I’m waiting for work, I’d better make the most of my time. Hope everyone had a good weekend.