Home Again Home Again, And A Rave

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Friday - Slept reasonably well on Thursday night. I love Tokyo Teas. Work was very very slow, surprisingly. I was very disappointed that the salad bar didn't have mushrooms that day, having replaced them with hard boiled eggs. Ugh. I wisely opted against getting a side of tater tots, or french fries, or other fried potato product, knowing that the group I was sitting with wouldn't eat all of theirs. Left work at about 2 to head to the airport. Got separated from my group, but that was because I was tired of waiting for them to check their bags. They caught up about 20 min later at the gate, and decided to go for a drink. It was already 3:50, and our flight left at 4:40, so I had some reservations about leaving, but threatened to behead them if I missed my flight, and agreed to go. I got to drink a lot, as the others couldn't finish their drinks, so I certainly anticipated a nice, sleepy flight. We went to TGI Fridays, which was not anywhere near the closest bar, and didn't get to leave until 4:35, when our flight left at 4:40. We were able to catch the next nearest flight, at 5:45, which is very very painless as far as missed flights go. Co-worker Matt was almost denied service because he was an angry, cussing drunk. Walking to the other gate, co-worker Thesa fell down for no reason except that she can't hold her liquor. It was then that I realized I was traveling with children. Seriously people, if I'm thinking that, you're in trouble.

I did manage to sleep for about half the plane trip, and was struck by how gorgeous San Diego is by night from the sky. Plane actually got in about 20 min. early, and I waited for Ken at the pick up point. SO HAPPY TO BE HOME!!!
I kissed him a lot, and then I got settled in while he went to grab some grub. I had been supposed to get together with Marcus earlier in the week, and had completely forgotten to tell him that I was in Dallas, so I gave him a ring, though I probably won't get together with him until next week, while Ken is out of town. Anyway, Dallas came over, and we headed over to Rich's - it's normally kind of dead there when we first get there, but it never got very busy. The Dj was also off - he played some really good music at the beginning, including a mix of "Get Together", and I danced on the side lines to it. After that, though, he played very boring stuff, and I don't think I ever ended up on the actual floor. I had conciously tried not to overdrink, and even though Dallas bought me a drink while we were there, I was still fine. Ken was telling me about going for drinks with Sean on Tuesday, and how he was just kind of flipping through the pics on his phone, and I rather snarkily finished the story for him. We waited a while longer for the music to pick up again, but it never did. Walking home, we chatted about drinking, and doctors, and other health-type stuff. Not the heart to heart we usually have, but a good chat, nonetheless. Back at home, we had Welcome Home sex, which was awesome, and then went to sleep.

I had been supposed to have another practice test on Saturday, but it was pushed off until next week, due to the fires. This was good, both because I had forgotten to take my study materials with me, and because we had last minute shopping to do for the rave. Sadly, we were unable to find a panda headpiece, so I decided to go as "guy in regular, black clothes" instead. I thought about getting glammed out, but didn't want to feel like a poser. We picked up Nikki, and headed on up, stopping by Sonic on the way. We almost got caught in some kind of gnarly traffic, but managed to take an alternate route. We were going to nap at the hotel, but ended up just ordering some Thai food and playing Sleeping Queens instead. The food was pretty tasty, and Ken got an entree we could share. Love!

The rave itself was just kind of okay. Lots and lots of waiting, which is to be expected at an event attended by 35,000 people. Both Ken and I had to leave our necklaces at the security checkpoint, I guess because they were metal or something? I really felt bad that he had to leave his, as it was a gift from Leo. Inside, I drank a LOT of booze. Well over my $85 worth. Unfortunatly, I lost about 3 hours, which is a little worrisome, but I had my ID and credit card, and an extra $20 in my pocket, so I must have done something right. The next thing I remember is kneeling next to some guy, telling him that if he didn't get up, they'd throw him out. I don't know what made me choose him, as opposed to all the other people sitting down, but Security did come by at one point, so I guess it was good that I was there. They turned the lights on at that point - I guess it was about 4:30 or so, and it suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea where either Ken or Nikki was. I found some very very nice girls who let me use their phone to call and text him, and then I stood on a bench looking for him. Suddenly, Ken is next to me, and I'm latched onto his arm. There was also some guy there with his girlfriend, trying to be all Billy Badass the Heterosexual and talk smack. This is not wise normally, much less when I'm drunk, and much much much less when I've just re-connected with my boyfriend. Fortunately, his girlfriend diffused the situation before I tore the guy's face off.

Ken was feeling extremely randy, and we were going to head to the nearest bathhouse, but I was in no condition for sex, so we went back to the hotel instead. We got back a little before Nikki did, and showered together, and had the kind of chat we would normally have on Fridays. This time it was Ken's turn to be sad panda, and I was the strong one. Sleeping next to him, we did everything except fuck in our sleep, and at one point he even tried to get me to top him without lube. Not only would that not have worked so well, but Nikki was laying on the other bed, about 5 feet away.

Sunday morning, we packed up the hotel and headed out. I knew I needed to eat something, but rather foolishly opted against it. At Ken's request, I drove, which wasn't bad at all. By the time we got home, though, it was all I could do to not throw up the nothing in my tummy. I had a bagel and some broth, and then we layed down for a bit. "Laying down" quickly became a consumation of what we started the night before. I hadn't been topping for a few weeks now, and was beginning to take it personally, but I made a VERY triumphant return, and all was well. We went to the grand opening of a chocolate shop on the corner of El Cajon and Alabama for a brief time, and then back to Justin's. I left for rehearsal, and the boys were headed out to Martini's for a bite and a drink. Rehearsal went well - got the last script for the season, and what I think are my last taping dates. Wrap party here I come! I called Ken from the studio, who had ended up going to Baja Betty's, since Martini's is closed on Sunday. He invited me to come over, but I'd have just ended up eating a bunch of chips, so I declined. Back at home, I ate some TVP, and put things away from the trip. Around 6:30, I began to wonder where Ken was, if maybe they had run into some people and decided to go elsewhere. I briefly chided myself, that Ken would of course call if that were to happen. Then I remembered who I was talking about. Around 7, Ken finally does call. They had gone to Pecs, and were now heading home. I can't say I was disappointed, because it was what I was expecting, but I was not happy about it, and I'm even less happy about it in retrospect. I met them over at Justin's, where Justin ordered pizza, and tried to be accomodating by getting one supreme, and one half pepperoni/half cheese......he felt AWFUL, but I was touched that he had tried. Cuddled with Ken while watching "The Devil Wears Prada" - an EXCELLENT movie, for the writing, if not the plot (and it's definitely not the plot), and then went home. Ken was still rather tipsy when we got home, and we almost went for round two, but ended up just curling up and going to sleep.