Game of Foam

Had a slow start to my morning. Understandable, really, given the amount of drinking I did and how long I stayed up. Big Eric asked for help with his fish tank. It's huge. He bought it years ago instead of going on an Atlantis cruise with me, and just decided to get rid of it. People on CL were coming to get it, but we had to get it moved into their truck first, and it's probably the biggest tank I've ever seen outside of Seaworld.

Warren met me at my place in the afternoon, but we were still running around trying to get things together. I decided to be a little brave and wear my chains I'd planned on for Desert Romp, or at least part of them. There was a woman at the party who looked like his Aunt there, and she had an adorable little dog with her. He took a selfie of him alone and one with him and the dog. He also took one of us, but only posted the first two to his Facebook. I'm only noticing that in retrospect, though, so it was a really really great night. We were coupley in the pool, and even the times we got separated, I didn't feel like he was hitting on people. Watching GoT was weird for me, and I mostly avoided it.

He was, of course, tired when we got back, so still no fucking.