Hang Right

Woke up earlier than expected, thought about canceling the shoot with Bela, but before I could, he messaged me with how excited he was for it. Poured a cup of coffee, got cleaned up, and got there early. They're doing some kind of remodeling, so his husband was painting and sanding.

The shoot itself went fine - I recited an Emily Dickinson poem, which I'm not entirely happy with only because rhyming poems are hard to deliver without camp. Then a selection from Oscar Wilde on Narcissus. My dick looked great in the first one, which is nice.

I was gonna hit the gym after, but they had some sort of pipe burst, and were closed. I should have gone to one of the other locations, but didn't really feel up to it. I played on the Nostalgia Machine some, edged for a while. Messaged Matt a little before 5 - he'd forgotten about the party, was already stuffed, baked, and sleepy. But decided to go anyway. He lives almost an hour away in Oceanside, and actually gave me the wrong address to begin with. I played with his dogs some while he finished getting ready, and we headed to the party. We were a little late getting there, so everyone was tipsy on wine already. I petted Scotch, chatted with the coworkers, and had a little bit of food.

There was killer traffic on the way down, which I could have avoided if I'd been paying closer attention. Matt kicked off his shoes and curled up under a blanket immediately....oh, okay. I messaged FHA and Bryan, but FHA tapped out, and Bryan was there, but leaving soon. We stayed in and watched 30 Rock instead.