This time tomorrow, John and I will be en route to Las Vegas. Four days of kinky fun with approximately 200 people, I think (?) Maybe a bit less. This particular gathering began in 2013 with just 55 of us, but it has grown every year. (The photo above was taken from inside the car on a recent Vegas trip.)
I have been cranking out work like crazy, and I’m treating myself to a full week off. Sometime in between bouts of work, I managed to shop a bit and buy some new underwear, some cute PJs and some yoga pants. (I shopped for a new dress but didn’t find one, but this is a very casual weekend and there will be only one occasion to dress up.) Oh, and Alex, SC and I bought matching tank tops with a very cute and apropos saying on the front. Hopefully we’ll be able to coordinate wearing them at the same time and get a picture.
The weekend will be fairly unstructured, but there are some events planned and we already have a couple of lunch/dinner dates set up. I have purchased copious snacks and drinks for our room, gotten a fresh pedicure (I never bother with my fingernails because they are so wretched from a lifetime of picking at them, so I just cut them short), booked our rental car (picking that up shortly), and this afternoon I will start packing (to be finished in the morning). Every trip has the same set of rituals; John and I have this down to a science after doing it for so many years. One would think I’d relax a bit and just trust that we’ll get there, like always.
But I never do. Fortunately, John is ever tolerant of my insanity.
This should be an interesting party. As I’d mentioned before, I haven’t really played in a few months. So I feel like I have a virgin bottom all over again, although I know it doesn’t work that way. My tolerance may not be at its peak, but I’m sure it will be like muscle memory and come back to me. However, I may have done something really stupid.
I may have slightly bratted Michael Masterson on FetLife. You know, the Michael Masterson? The Real Spankings Institute guy? The Spanking Blogg “Best Male Spanker of the Year 2016” winner? I’ve never played with him before, although we’ve chatted at a few parties in recent years. I’ve commented on here how he is the most bratted man at any party and what a good sport he is. I never thought I’d be one of the bratters, though.
It’s official. I’ve lost my @#$%ing mind.
Ah well. Pacing, Erica. Remember, stretch it out over four days. (Famous last words.) Wish me luck, y’all.
The ride there should be OK. It will be Thursday, not Friday, so no end of week rush hour. Coming home may be a challenge, as it will be on the side of the 15 freeway where a huge sinkhole opened up during the recent rain. But who cares… that’s next week.
So looking forward to seeing old friends and making new ones! Will share all that’s fit to print after we get home. 🙂