The weekend begins with Shemayazi

This weekend began with a rather annoying moment: my Palm's carrying case disintegrated in my hands. Cheap plastic junk, and it was the Franklin Covey edition! And I was just halfway through The Mountains of Mourning, too. So I drove over to the University district after work and bought a new one. Since I was next to the used book store I snuck in there and, lo and behold (and Omaha's gonna hate me for this) there was a copy of Grand Theft Auto 3 for less than ten bucks, so I snagged it.

Then, I wandered over to shemayazi's for a little dinner and, um, how shall we put this... a bit of social intercourse. It was most pleasant. She makes for excellent company. I didn't get home until one in the morning, quite worn out. And I'm afraid that I pulled a muscle in my left shoulder during our exercises. Which was problematic for the next day.

For the next day, Omaha and I set out with two friends to head south to Portland for a bit of a play party. The drive was unremarkable; I finished Mountains of Mourning, which meant that since we arrived with hours to spare it was time to hit Powell's and get more. I walked out with Judge Dee and the Chinese Bell Mysteries, a collection of "Americanized" Chinese mystery novels from the 17th century.

We went to the play party, which was in one club over another club. The first floor club was hosting a punk rock all-ages show, which only led me to conclude that 19 year olds get younger every year. On the other hand, the second floor S&M party was quite more to my speed; lots of fun, beautiful people, including one ravenously lovely redhead who played femme to her girlfriend's butch to the hilt. There were quite a number of attractive bodies, all told. I ended up tying Omaha to another woman and, with the help of her partner, suspending them from a frame, whereupon we turned loose with canes and bats and bare hands until, quite honestly, Omaha's butt looked as if she'd sat upon a waffle iron. My right hand is actually black and blue in the palm-- I didn't know you could do that-- from the spanking. It was fun. We got back to the motel where I finished the Judge Dee mystery. The next day we stopped at a cafe and then headed back home without incident. I finished Bujold's Labyrinth, which I'm surprised I never heard of before, considering that I hang out on alt.fan.furry and one of the protagonists is "an eight-foot tall, sixteen-year-old sex-starved werewolf."