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thepnutgalleryHad a very rollercoaster afternoon on Friday. Spent the night at Ken's on Thursday, and for the first time since I've met him, did not have sex. I got there kind of late, and I got the feeling that he wanted to have wake-up sex, but it was just before work, and I wasn't really feeling it.
Work is always just work, though I e-mailed Ken back and forth. We had sort of dinner plans, except that the folks we were supposed to go with were flakes, and he still hadn't heard back by the time I left work. Decided not to go to the gym, on account of traffic, but also didn't nap when I got home. I'd been eating like a fiend, and I wasn't happy about that, either. I worked out (held plank, did crunches, held plank) and burned a DVD, and I felt a little better. Ken called, and I felt even better. We drove down to Sushi Deli Too, before deciding the wait was too long and walking over to Yard House for an equally long wait. Yard House was noisy and pricey, but I was happy because they didn't have anything $15 entree-wise that I could eat, so I instead got a $3 side dish of Jasmine Rice with soy sauce. I couldn't have been happier. Dinner ended, we headed back, and I felt very shooed back to Casa de Casa.
I had been thinking about tapping out of the Pirates Cast for some time, and tried unsuccessfully to when I got home. I was in a pretty bad mood for most of the night at Rocky, and though I mellowed out once I started drinking. This also made me get a little more absurd with regards to my emotions, and I started thinking about calling Ken, even though he would be asleep by the time I got home. Finally made it through the show, and Anna was kind enough to give me a ride, and Kevin was kind enough to ride in the front seat so I could sleep in the back. By this time, I had sobered enough to realize that calling Ken would not only be futile, it would be detrimental. Enter inside and see a message on the machine, played it even though I thought it was from earlier. It was a message from Ken from around 1:30, telling me very casually to call when I got home, because he might be up. Then I turned on the computer, and got the most lovely surprise of the evening. There on my Yahoo Messenger screen is a message from Ken, from 2:30-ish, saying "I want you in my bed. Come over. The door is unlocked. I want you in my bed."
Stunned.
If I could have subliminally implanted a message for him to write me, I couldn't have written it nearly that well, much less any better. I get ready as fast as I possibly can, jet over, and climb into bed. For all that Ken is surprised and somewhat frightened, he's also thrilled, and speaks sleepy-drunk half sentences to me in between sleepy-drunk half attempts to have sex with me. I was a bit frustrated that I couldn't get more information out of him, but I was pleased with the general tone of his ramblings, and once I realized that he really wasn't looking to have sex, just following the subconcious message of skin-on-skin (which will often result in proximity sex), I settle in and get to sleep.
We woke up early, and finally had morning sex, which was great, before I headed off to the "mandatory" Acting workshop at APA. It turns out that it's just me and one other girl for the workshop, with one more girl to join us after lunch. The information was useful, but it could have been given in less than half the time that it was. Meh. I was still able to make it to Miriam's class on the lunch break, so everything was fine. Miriam was sick, which meant she took it easy, which meant I could keep up! Only downside to the warm-up was that we didn't warm up to the song from last week, instead choosing the lower-tempo'd R&B mix. Again; meh. I got a good workout in, what am I bitching about? I did better during the second half of the acting class than the first, but I was scratching at the walls by the time it finally ended. Went home, took a badly needed nap (went to bed at 4:30, got up around 7:15), and started this post. Had a chat with Anthony, which kept being interrupted by his cell, but we eventually got through anyway. We pretty much finalized the divorce, and he told me not to keep my opinion of Ken from him, since he's really the only one I talk to about him, and it's something he says he should hear. I explained that only part of it is wanting to spare him emotional damage, and the other part is to spare myself humiliation if I or he (and subsequently I) suddenly move on emotionally. I would hate to have made a fuss over nothing. There is more to the talk than that, but those were the pertinent points for me.
I head over to Justin's and have a couple drinks, though not nearly so fast as I did last week. From there, we travel via towncar to Montage, when Ken pays my cover, and buys drinks for both me and Jay. I also participate in the very foolish act of picking up a couple of random abandoned drinks. I feel a bit tipsy all night long, and have a stomach ache, but still have fun nonetheless. A young lady named Kim English is there, and she is good, though not stellar. There's a also a gorgeous young man by the name of Chris there, who I apparently met and groped last week, but I didn't remember, so I met and groped him again. :)
I don't really remember coming home (more a function of my memory than the booze), and I can't remember if Ken and I had sex that night. I know we had sex twice the following morning before I went off to Jyoti-Bihanga's for breakfast. I was very pleased with my JB experience, though I probably won't be back for another couple months, at least. I just don't care for spending money like that.
Went up to Robert's to play D&D and ended up waiting for 2hrs(!) before everyone else was there and ready. Had to leave for rehearsal an hour after we started playing, and didn't really want to go back. In retrospect, I should have stayed down. My head hurt while I was there, and I said some not very nice things to Jason C. Really, it was one very not nice thing, but the joke was there to be made, and he was throwing a temper tantrum at the time, so I couldn't resist the snark. By the end of the night, I couldn't think straight, and we ended up missing a major plot point because I think everyone else was in the same headspace I was.
I stopped by the store on the way home and picked up some bread (because I want a sandwich) and a bottle of Cointreau (because I was such a dirty whore the first time we went to Montage). I ate too much when I got home, and spent most of the night with a terrible stomach ache. Went over to Ken's, but ended up not giving the Cointreau to Ken, as he was pretty much asleep by the time I got there. Woke up at 4am or so and spent some time sicking up in the bathroom. No fun. Also, there was a weird chill in the air. It was nice, because it made it very easy to snuggle closer to Ken, but I ended up with a sore roof of mouth/back of throat area when I woke up. Went home, woke The Boy up, and ate yet more food of the chip & cookie variety. Work was pretty busy due to an unusually high volume of mail, and then it was off to Sipz with Anthony. The food was decent, the conversation was good and the service was the worst I've ever had ever. The waiter never came back after delivering our food. Never. He never even gave us the check. We just eventually went up to the counter to pay, and without a word, the guy there prints up a bill that has two extra items on it. I inform him of this, and he just looks at our table, willing there to be more dishes there so he can insist that we had more. Anthony paid, and rightly left absolutely no tip.
Got home and ATE MORE, then putzed around for a while before taking a nap. Woke up almost too late to get to class, and had to cut my conversation with my Mum short. I communicated some important points to her in the few minutes we talked though, and I'm going to talk to her again today. Class was decent, if subbed. Jackie is just so cool that she makes an acceptable substitute for Katie on a Monday. I stayed and chatted with Jessy after class, and we reassured each other that we were good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, people liked us for our respective career paths. Got home and put off leaving to spend a little more time with Anthony before his trip. FINALLY got over to Ken's, where I felt a little out of place. He was tired, even thuogh he had been vegging since getting home, and I really wasn't. I gave him the Cointreau, and told him why, and he dismissed the incident entirely. I feel only slightly better about it.
I should clarify for the folks at home that I don't feel bad that I gave Jay head at the club. I feel bad that I was kind of there with Ken, that I went home and had sex with Ken, and I gave head to Jay.....like I've said, it's not "wrong" per se, just pretty trashy, and I'd like to be less trashy.
He layed on the bed a while and talked to me before getting under the covers and giving me the choice of getting in with him, or exiting stage left. I think, in the future, that I will always leave unless he asks me to stay. It was awkward, because I wasn't really tired, so I just kind of layed there. I guess I fell asleep at one point because Ken pointed out that I was snoring. We had proximity sex, which was good. He was gentleman enough to keep fucking me even after he came, even though I took kind of a long time to cum. I again thought about going home, because I wasn't tired, and didn't want to snore around him, but I knew if I did I would just eat more, so I opted to stay. I awoke several times through the night, which I can only imagine was the result of Ken nudging me because I was snoring, and found myself drooling as well. Not a pleaseant experience. I'm to have dinner with Jason P. tonight, and I think I may spend the night at home. Ken hasn't e-mailed me today, and vice versa....
Work is always just work, though I e-mailed Ken back and forth. We had sort of dinner plans, except that the folks we were supposed to go with were flakes, and he still hadn't heard back by the time I left work. Decided not to go to the gym, on account of traffic, but also didn't nap when I got home. I'd been eating like a fiend, and I wasn't happy about that, either. I worked out (held plank, did crunches, held plank) and burned a DVD, and I felt a little better. Ken called, and I felt even better. We drove down to Sushi Deli Too, before deciding the wait was too long and walking over to Yard House for an equally long wait. Yard House was noisy and pricey, but I was happy because they didn't have anything $15 entree-wise that I could eat, so I instead got a $3 side dish of Jasmine Rice with soy sauce. I couldn't have been happier. Dinner ended, we headed back, and I felt very shooed back to Casa de Casa.
I had been thinking about tapping out of the Pirates Cast for some time, and tried unsuccessfully to when I got home. I was in a pretty bad mood for most of the night at Rocky, and though I mellowed out once I started drinking. This also made me get a little more absurd with regards to my emotions, and I started thinking about calling Ken, even though he would be asleep by the time I got home. Finally made it through the show, and Anna was kind enough to give me a ride, and Kevin was kind enough to ride in the front seat so I could sleep in the back. By this time, I had sobered enough to realize that calling Ken would not only be futile, it would be detrimental. Enter inside and see a message on the machine, played it even though I thought it was from earlier. It was a message from Ken from around 1:30, telling me very casually to call when I got home, because he might be up. Then I turned on the computer, and got the most lovely surprise of the evening. There on my Yahoo Messenger screen is a message from Ken, from 2:30-ish, saying "I want you in my bed. Come over. The door is unlocked. I want you in my bed."
Stunned.
If I could have subliminally implanted a message for him to write me, I couldn't have written it nearly that well, much less any better. I get ready as fast as I possibly can, jet over, and climb into bed. For all that Ken is surprised and somewhat frightened, he's also thrilled, and speaks sleepy-drunk half sentences to me in between sleepy-drunk half attempts to have sex with me. I was a bit frustrated that I couldn't get more information out of him, but I was pleased with the general tone of his ramblings, and once I realized that he really wasn't looking to have sex, just following the subconcious message of skin-on-skin (which will often result in proximity sex), I settle in and get to sleep.
We woke up early, and finally had morning sex, which was great, before I headed off to the "mandatory" Acting workshop at APA. It turns out that it's just me and one other girl for the workshop, with one more girl to join us after lunch. The information was useful, but it could have been given in less than half the time that it was. Meh. I was still able to make it to Miriam's class on the lunch break, so everything was fine. Miriam was sick, which meant she took it easy, which meant I could keep up! Only downside to the warm-up was that we didn't warm up to the song from last week, instead choosing the lower-tempo'd R&B mix. Again; meh. I got a good workout in, what am I bitching about? I did better during the second half of the acting class than the first, but I was scratching at the walls by the time it finally ended. Went home, took a badly needed nap (went to bed at 4:30, got up around 7:15), and started this post. Had a chat with Anthony, which kept being interrupted by his cell, but we eventually got through anyway. We pretty much finalized the divorce, and he told me not to keep my opinion of Ken from him, since he's really the only one I talk to about him, and it's something he says he should hear. I explained that only part of it is wanting to spare him emotional damage, and the other part is to spare myself humiliation if I or he (and subsequently I) suddenly move on emotionally. I would hate to have made a fuss over nothing. There is more to the talk than that, but those were the pertinent points for me.
I head over to Justin's and have a couple drinks, though not nearly so fast as I did last week. From there, we travel via towncar to Montage, when Ken pays my cover, and buys drinks for both me and Jay. I also participate in the very foolish act of picking up a couple of random abandoned drinks. I feel a bit tipsy all night long, and have a stomach ache, but still have fun nonetheless. A young lady named Kim English is there, and she is good, though not stellar. There's a also a gorgeous young man by the name of Chris there, who I apparently met and groped last week, but I didn't remember, so I met and groped him again. :)
I don't really remember coming home (more a function of my memory than the booze), and I can't remember if Ken and I had sex that night. I know we had sex twice the following morning before I went off to Jyoti-Bihanga's for breakfast. I was very pleased with my JB experience, though I probably won't be back for another couple months, at least. I just don't care for spending money like that.
Went up to Robert's to play D&D and ended up waiting for 2hrs(!) before everyone else was there and ready. Had to leave for rehearsal an hour after we started playing, and didn't really want to go back. In retrospect, I should have stayed down. My head hurt while I was there, and I said some not very nice things to Jason C. Really, it was one very not nice thing, but the joke was there to be made, and he was throwing a temper tantrum at the time, so I couldn't resist the snark. By the end of the night, I couldn't think straight, and we ended up missing a major plot point because I think everyone else was in the same headspace I was.
I stopped by the store on the way home and picked up some bread (because I want a sandwich) and a bottle of Cointreau (because I was such a dirty whore the first time we went to Montage). I ate too much when I got home, and spent most of the night with a terrible stomach ache. Went over to Ken's, but ended up not giving the Cointreau to Ken, as he was pretty much asleep by the time I got there. Woke up at 4am or so and spent some time sicking up in the bathroom. No fun. Also, there was a weird chill in the air. It was nice, because it made it very easy to snuggle closer to Ken, but I ended up with a sore roof of mouth/back of throat area when I woke up. Went home, woke The Boy up, and ate yet more food of the chip & cookie variety. Work was pretty busy due to an unusually high volume of mail, and then it was off to Sipz with Anthony. The food was decent, the conversation was good and the service was the worst I've ever had ever. The waiter never came back after delivering our food. Never. He never even gave us the check. We just eventually went up to the counter to pay, and without a word, the guy there prints up a bill that has two extra items on it. I inform him of this, and he just looks at our table, willing there to be more dishes there so he can insist that we had more. Anthony paid, and rightly left absolutely no tip.
Got home and ATE MORE, then putzed around for a while before taking a nap. Woke up almost too late to get to class, and had to cut my conversation with my Mum short. I communicated some important points to her in the few minutes we talked though, and I'm going to talk to her again today. Class was decent, if subbed. Jackie is just so cool that she makes an acceptable substitute for Katie on a Monday. I stayed and chatted with Jessy after class, and we reassured each other that we were good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, people liked us for our respective career paths. Got home and put off leaving to spend a little more time with Anthony before his trip. FINALLY got over to Ken's, where I felt a little out of place. He was tired, even thuogh he had been vegging since getting home, and I really wasn't. I gave him the Cointreau, and told him why, and he dismissed the incident entirely. I feel only slightly better about it.
I should clarify for the folks at home that I don't feel bad that I gave Jay head at the club. I feel bad that I was kind of there with Ken, that I went home and had sex with Ken, and I gave head to Jay.....like I've said, it's not "wrong" per se, just pretty trashy, and I'd like to be less trashy.
He layed on the bed a while and talked to me before getting under the covers and giving me the choice of getting in with him, or exiting stage left. I think, in the future, that I will always leave unless he asks me to stay. It was awkward, because I wasn't really tired, so I just kind of layed there. I guess I fell asleep at one point because Ken pointed out that I was snoring. We had proximity sex, which was good. He was gentleman enough to keep fucking me even after he came, even though I took kind of a long time to cum. I again thought about going home, because I wasn't tired, and didn't want to snore around him, but I knew if I did I would just eat more, so I opted to stay. I awoke several times through the night, which I can only imagine was the result of Ken nudging me because I was snoring, and found myself drooling as well. Not a pleaseant experience. I'm to have dinner with Jason P. tonight, and I think I may spend the night at home. Ken hasn't e-mailed me today, and vice versa....
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