50 Freaks 2016, part 1
Sorry this is later than I usually put up party reports. However, I have excuses. First and foremost, within hours of my returning from Vegas, I was slammed with Major Sickness. And second, I had work that needed doing, so the precious little functioning energy I had needed to be reserved for that. But more on that later. Can I just say how grateful I am for this timing? If I had felt like this over the weekend, that would have been it. The whole party would have been down the drain. But I think my body is stubborn. It held off, and it held off, and it held off some more, and finally, when I walked back inside my front door, the germs said, “Okay, you’re home now… POW!!”
Anyway. It was quite a weekend. Many highs, a few lows, little sleep, some incredible scenes, old friends, new friends. I confess to being in a strange head space on and off throughout the party — I don’t know why. Sometimes I felt… I don’t know, disconnected somehow. But it was no one’s fault, just my own weirdness. Who knows, perhaps it was a precursor to getting sick. But despite that, overall, the weekend was a success, and I have a fresh crop of memories.
(Ooooh! As I write, the Big Bang Theory repeat with Sheldon spanking Amy just came on. Win.)
Many pictures were taken, but I don’t have most of them yet. So stay tuned for a future post to add those.
The drive to Vegas was a piece of cake, since it was a Thursday and not a holiday weekend. We checked in, lugging what looked like at least a week’s worth of baggage (I am not the only one who overpacks, clearly). But we both have the same motto: better to overpack than underpack, and since we’re driving, who cares? We got to our room, unpacked, and settled in for a nap. Our room didn’t have the pretty golf-course view this time, but we still had a nice overview of the city, being on the ninth floor. The weather was pleasant, high 70s. Not that it mattered, since I didn’t intend to go outside much. 🙂 The faint vertical lines you see are the reflection of the blinds.
At 8:30 (after watching Big Bang Theory‘s 200th episode — sorry, I had to), we headed for Joe’s room, the ever-hopping, open 24 hours Suite 960. Hugs hugs hugs! So many greetings! It’s all kind of a blur, that first night. If I try to start naming names, I will inevitably forget someone, so I will mention people as they come up in the story.
My first scene of the weekend was with InspectHerHide Michael, as is often my pattern. I really wasn’t up for anything heavy to start with, or a raucous public scene — I was feeling a little overwhelmed with all the people and noise, not having acclimated to it yet. Michael knew exactly what I needed — he took me to his room and we had a lovely, light, quiet scene, a weekend warm-up that left me feeling tranquil and ready to rejoin the crowd. Thank you, my friend!
And my second scene? The oh-so-delicious R, at his very first 50 Freaks. He’s been to a couple of Shadow Lane parties, and Alex, SpankCake and I were so enamored of him, we got him to come to this. He and I seem to have a “spot” — the suite bathroom, where he spanks me on the vanity bench, facing the wall of windows. So delicious. Did I mention he’s tall and cute and has a full head of very sexy prematurely gray hair? (Why is it that gray hair looks good on a man, dammit?) But good looks only go so far — he’s also sweet, and very polite.
At midnight, we had the annual Midnight Flogging (sorry, no pictures yet), which was over far too soon! In fact, when Joe announced it was done, I squawked, “What… that’s it??” Harrumph! No worries… there would be plenty of time for more flogging. And Fineous, the King of Floggers was there. I had hoped that SC would make it for the flogging, but she and her guy, Englishman in CA (his Fet name) ran into horrible traffic/road construction/blockage on their way and didn’t arrive in time. I put my clothes back on and went back in the main room, where John and I stayed until about 2:00, I think. No sense in pushing too hard the first night — three more to go!
And on that note, I had this crazy idea that I was going to push through and write about the weekend in one long post. Not a chance; I’m still sick and it’s 11:20 — I am fading. It is time to take some CVS knock-off of Nyquil (hey, it’s cheaper and it’s 10% alcohol) and pass out. Maybe by tomorrow I’ll get some more pictures? To be continued.