Kena and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Weekend

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My poor Ken. He flew out to SF on Friday to go and see Bjork in San Francisco, but his ride to the show cancelled at the last minute. Then he missed his flight coming back, and had to wait on standby as flight after flight didn't have room for him. Thankfully, the very last flight of the evening had enough space, and he got in around 11:45, it had been a long day, but we still ended up waking in the middle of the night for welcome back sex. Even more unhappy was waking up the next morning to go to work, only to find his car had gotten a ticket and been towed while he was in SF.....Hearing all this, I'm very glad that I opted to stay in on Saturday, instead of sowing some oats. Ken knew what he was getting into when we got together, but I think this weekend would have been the wrong time to bring that to bear. This means that I still have a very angry monkey inside of me, but it'll be alright, at least for a little while longer. I was going to try to spend the whole evening with him, but I had already agreed to work the desk at the studio, and couldn't find anyone to cover. I still got out early, as Buffy was rehearsing, so that was nice. I got over to Ken's around 9, and he made himself some toaster-oven pizza, and I made me a drink. Just the one, mind you, as I only wanted to be calm, not drunk. I even resisted the urge to take another shot when I thought my buzz was fading. I'm glad I did, because this is where I've been getting into trouble lately. My reward was being sober enough to vehemently enjoy sex, and not have anything to regret this morning! Yay self-control!