It was pretty good. But I admit, I only thought of the founding of our country once, and that was while driving on the freeway. Even then I was led to thinking that many people (most notably the NRA types) don’t fully know the meaning of Constitutional Amendments, which doesn’t really have anything to do with the Declaration of Independence anyway. Anyhow, this is what I did instead of praising Adams, Jefferson, Franklin, and Washington.
Friday
Bless and I went to a latex pool party at the Fethouse in Woodland Hills hosted by Professor David for Rubber Necro’s birthday. I actually went in the pool. Amazing. But most of the time, I sat around filming zoom shots of people and eating edmame hummus. But I did begin writing something new while there too. I don’t know if I’ll decide to finish it. It might be “done enough” for me.
Around 8 p.m. I left to bring Cynth home and then went to see my Danyelle’s band, Grody Mody, play in Highland Park. Danyelle is the drummer. I know her from the Trader Joe’s near my house. After that, I went back to the party to pick up Jessica so we could go to Das Bunker. But I ended up staying at the Fethouse longer than I expected, and met someone who might be giving me black eyes in the near future.
We finally left around 12:30 a.m., and Jess was sleepy after being in the sun all day, so I took her home and went to Bunker alone, and danced like a total whore with Skyly. I think I got home around 4:30 a.m.
Saturday
I slept in til around 9 a.m. and worked on the meagothy.com site until it was time to go out again. I drove back up to LA to meet Natasha at Green Leaves Vegan Restaurant. I ordered two items. I ate breakfast and lunch in the same sitting. Jessica and Cy showed up and after eating we all went over to Syren because Jessica needed white latex stockings for later that evening.
When we pulled up and parked, we noticed a man lying half in the gutter. His arm was out in the street. We went over to see if he needed help. We didn’t know if he was dead. An uneaten and unwrapped hamburger sat in the gutter beside him. He wore clear goggles, like he was in a wood shop and was about to saw a board in half. We soon realized he was breathing. Another car stopped. He finally roused. Someone must have called the fire department before we arrived, because they were soon there. We left and went to catch up with Jessica and Natasha in the store. I found an interesting book called “Paying for It” which was a collection of interviews with different people in the various avenues of the sex industry, giving advice and discussing the etiquette of hiring someone for a particular type of sex act. We soon left the store, and waiting on my windshield was a $50 parking ticket. I guess seeing the man lying in the street made me forget to put money in the meter.
Later we got ready for Bondage Ball. Natasha did my eye makeup, but she and Cy stayed home to make music. Soon we left with Jessica’s friend, Brock, to pick up Cynth. Bondage Ball was so much fun. I had never gone during the previous years. I got to see lots of people and actually had the opportunity to speak to them without having to yell too loudly over the music. I also danced for longer than I have for a long time. I also met the band “The Creptter Children” from Australia. I had never heard them before. They played that night and I really liked their music. They super nice in person too. Australian accents are sound so friendly to me. An Australian could probably say, “Fuck you” to me, and I’d still have to smile. I’m going to try to get them on the first episode of the meagothy podcast. I promised to go to at least one more show before they went back home. We finally left around 2:30 a.m., drove by Pink’s but the line was too long. I dropped Jessica and Brock off, and then got lost misreading my GPS three times, while bringing Cynth home. Somehow, I didn’t get home until about 5 a.m.
Sunday
I wrote in the morning, and then worked more on the meagothy site until it was time to barbecue big yucky slabs of meat for my family. I cooked it. They ate it. Then I showered to get the stinky dead smoky meat smell off my clothing, and then I left for Burbank. Kyrie’s plane was scheduled to land at 6:50 p.m. It landed early and she was already outside when I walked out of the parking structure. She intentionally wore white thigh high stockings with the patent leather mary jane platforms I bought her in an attempt to seduce me. It worked. But we had to drive the fuck up to Lancaster first to get some of her things that she left at AnEvAr’s and Halo’s house. So our sexy time had to wait. I think I had two orgasms, but I don’t remember now. I was a bad boyfriend though, not noticing she was wearing a new dress until she remarked on the mess I made on it. LOL. (If I haven’t mentioned it elsewhere I think clothed sex is super hot.)
Monday
Kyrie and I got it on again in the morning. She is ahead of me by two orgasms now. That doesn’t make me feel like the man as much as it makes me feel left behind. After time number two, I worked more on the meagothy site in the morning and then met Amie for lunch. Veggie grill now has vegan macaroni and cheese! I don’t think I’ve had macaroni and cheese in 7 years. So I got a side and a big kale salad, because I know my nutritionist would want me to. After lunch we went to see the film “Exit Through the Gift Shop.” I found it amusing and interesting, but the more I reflect on the film as a whole, the less I appreciate it. I’m starting to feel it’s just a gimmick, which may have been the whole point. I went home after that, and wrote a bit, worked on the meagothy site, and then Kyrie and I went to get vegan pizza at Z Pizza in Tustin. I ate too much. It was too good. I’m gonna have to log all those calories for my nutritionist to see. Later, we read in bed until it was time to sleep.
So that was my weekend. I’m writing this more for me to remember, than for people to read. Sorry if it bored you. You could have just clicked on the little red box in the upper corner…X marks the spot.
