Roadtrips are fun!
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thepnutgalleryIf by "fun" you mean "kinda boring". I got out of work early on Friday, chatted with Anthony for a bit, and then picked up a case of Rip It energy drinks for $.25/can, as well as some flowers and fake pepperoni for Ken, and a brick of smoked tofu for me to munch on during the drive. There was a wreck on the 5 south, so it took me a while to get home, but it still worked out timing-wise, because Ken was just finishing packing. We filled up the tank and headed out - the drive to Tucson is normally about 5-6 hours, and we got caught in some MAJOR traffic for about 45 min around hour 2. When we finally got into town, we unpacked, and I met his mum. Nice lady. We went to a bar, where it really wasn't what one might call "hopping", and some Native American guy kept flipping his hair at me. We had maybe a litle too much fun making fun of the people on the dance floor, and then called it a night.
In the morning, we made bo-nama pancakes, using only bo-namas, some flour and OJ, and some Pumpkin Pie Spice. They weren't bad, but they needed more flour. We went to the Pride festival, which cost $15 for admission, and was sooooooooooooo not worth it. We thought for a while, and finally just decided to drive up to Phoenix, where things actually happen. Our first stop was to his brother's house, where I met the rest of his family. Nice people, and Thanksgiving should be a non-issue. Ken's friend Jeff was house sitting, so we stayed at his empty house, and made plans to visit his friend Rob. Picked up a bottle of Bacardi Limon and diet soda...Ken napped for a little while, and I thought we were going to stay in, so I had a couple drinks. When he woke up, his first question was whether I was going to yell at him....that kind of surprised me. I was also a little bugged because I asked him about his relationship with friend Jeff and friend Rob, and he did that vague description that he tends to do when it's someone he's had sex with.....finally got it out of him that he had, but I was feeling kinda bitchy by that point and was fairly salty with people at the bar. Oh, also, I'd had about half the bottle of bacardi. We didn't stay out long - we got back and I kept drinking - ended up drinking most of the bottle by myself. Jeff stopped by for a bit while we were watching Family Guy, and we went to bed.
Ken was kind of upset the next morning - I just wasn't very good company the night before. Nothing to do but try not to do it again. We went to breakfast with Jeff, which was nice, and then headed home. The drive back was actually very nice - felt very couply, and we stopped at Dateland and Ken got a Prickly Pear shake, and I bought him some Prickly Pear syrup and date steak sauce. Also stopped at Golden Acorn, where the machines robbed him.
We got home just about the same time Ken's flight attendant friend Rick was getting in, so we just cleaned up, put our stuff away, and picked him up. Headed over to Mo's, where I actually bought a drink! Or rather, gave Ken my last $5 for the vodka/diet he got me. Michael and Brian met us, and I had a couple more drinks, graciously bought by others. Got some dancing in, which I had been sorely missing, and then took Rick home. We had a decent time, though I could have wished for some warning when Ken tried to dp me. Also Rick seemed to have much more fun fucking Ken than me. Meh - I got the notch. Rick comes back into town next Saturday, so we'll probably see him after the banquet. Actually, the best thing was waking up this morning for Round Two with Ken - I had trouble cumming, but the sex itself was really really fantastic.
In the morning, we made bo-nama pancakes, using only bo-namas, some flour and OJ, and some Pumpkin Pie Spice. They weren't bad, but they needed more flour. We went to the Pride festival, which cost $15 for admission, and was sooooooooooooo not worth it. We thought for a while, and finally just decided to drive up to Phoenix, where things actually happen. Our first stop was to his brother's house, where I met the rest of his family. Nice people, and Thanksgiving should be a non-issue. Ken's friend Jeff was house sitting, so we stayed at his empty house, and made plans to visit his friend Rob. Picked up a bottle of Bacardi Limon and diet soda...Ken napped for a little while, and I thought we were going to stay in, so I had a couple drinks. When he woke up, his first question was whether I was going to yell at him....that kind of surprised me. I was also a little bugged because I asked him about his relationship with friend Jeff and friend Rob, and he did that vague description that he tends to do when it's someone he's had sex with.....finally got it out of him that he had, but I was feeling kinda bitchy by that point and was fairly salty with people at the bar. Oh, also, I'd had about half the bottle of bacardi. We didn't stay out long - we got back and I kept drinking - ended up drinking most of the bottle by myself. Jeff stopped by for a bit while we were watching Family Guy, and we went to bed.
Ken was kind of upset the next morning - I just wasn't very good company the night before. Nothing to do but try not to do it again. We went to breakfast with Jeff, which was nice, and then headed home. The drive back was actually very nice - felt very couply, and we stopped at Dateland and Ken got a Prickly Pear shake, and I bought him some Prickly Pear syrup and date steak sauce. Also stopped at Golden Acorn, where the machines robbed him.
We got home just about the same time Ken's flight attendant friend Rick was getting in, so we just cleaned up, put our stuff away, and picked him up. Headed over to Mo's, where I actually bought a drink! Or rather, gave Ken my last $5 for the vodka/diet he got me. Michael and Brian met us, and I had a couple more drinks, graciously bought by others. Got some dancing in, which I had been sorely missing, and then took Rick home. We had a decent time, though I could have wished for some warning when Ken tried to dp me. Also Rick seemed to have much more fun fucking Ken than me. Meh - I got the notch. Rick comes back into town next Saturday, so we'll probably see him after the banquet. Actually, the best thing was waking up this morning for Round Two with Ken - I had trouble cumming, but the sex itself was really really fantastic.
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Date: 2007-10-15 06:09 pm (UTC)What is a bo-nama pancake?
My husband and I road tripped to NYC this summer and had a blast. I had never seen that side of the country before so it was fun. I feel you on the boring part. The entire time it took us to get out of Texas was absolutely excrutiating.
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Date: 2007-10-16 05:32 pm (UTC)Bo-nama = banana. The pancakes are just 'nanas, flour, and OJ, but I have no idea of the correct ratios of each. I'd also add some kind of sweetener - Splenda, or brown sugar or similar.
Pretty much - Ken said I could sleep on the drive, but I would feel horrible making him drive it essentially alone.
On a final note, have you been to the Post Punk Kitchen? Lots of great ideas and support, and you should definitely post those cupcakes of yours in Food Porn.