OMG I can't believe it's finally Friday
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thepnutgallerySeriously, this week has CRAWLED by.
I was kind of ill yesterday - not quite hungover, but definitely not at my best. Eating tortilla chips didn't help any, which I totally thought it would. After work, I put fuel in my car, ate a little at home, and waited to hear more about the evening's plans. Flight attendant Rick was flying in, though I didn't know what time, or what the exact plan was. I did know that it would not be the same plan as last time he was in town. I popped onto A4A, and chatted with the ominous gent from the other day - turns out we just fulfilled a fantasy of his when he was with us, and he wanted to do it again. Awwwwww...No. :-)
Around 5:45, we still hadn't heard from Rick, so Ken mentioned the possibility of going to poker. Uhm...okay...but...I'm on A4A right now...are you sure you want to leave me home alone? Am I sure I want to be left home alone? Fortunately, Rick called shortly thereafter, and we got cleaned up and met him down at the Sheraton where he and the other flight attendants were staying. The plan as I pretty much saw it was to sit down with Rick, have a drink or two, chat for a bit, drink a bit more, and send him on his way. This was compromised by the attendance of Rick's co-worker. We did still chat a bit, drink a bit, and munched on the overpriced appetizers. I opted out of the drinking, but couldn't resist the appetizers: what chance that they would choose the only two vegan items on the menu! The co-worker finally called it a night, and things got back on track. We went up to Rick's room, and talked a bit about flying, san diego at night, etc. etc. and then went back down for more overpriced, watered down drinks (which I still didn't drink).
I figured we would go home after that, but instead we went back up to the room, Ken layed down on one of the beds, and Rick started getting undressed. Laying on the bed with the two of them, they start making out, and I start freaking out. I was on the verge of getting up and leaving, but trusted that the boys knew what they were doing, and a happy time was had by all. Mostly happy...except for the lack of lube.
I was kind of ill yesterday - not quite hungover, but definitely not at my best. Eating tortilla chips didn't help any, which I totally thought it would. After work, I put fuel in my car, ate a little at home, and waited to hear more about the evening's plans. Flight attendant Rick was flying in, though I didn't know what time, or what the exact plan was. I did know that it would not be the same plan as last time he was in town. I popped onto A4A, and chatted with the ominous gent from the other day - turns out we just fulfilled a fantasy of his when he was with us, and he wanted to do it again. Awwwwww...No. :-)
Around 5:45, we still hadn't heard from Rick, so Ken mentioned the possibility of going to poker. Uhm...okay...but...I'm on A4A right now...are you sure you want to leave me home alone? Am I sure I want to be left home alone? Fortunately, Rick called shortly thereafter, and we got cleaned up and met him down at the Sheraton where he and the other flight attendants were staying. The plan as I pretty much saw it was to sit down with Rick, have a drink or two, chat for a bit, drink a bit more, and send him on his way. This was compromised by the attendance of Rick's co-worker. We did still chat a bit, drink a bit, and munched on the overpriced appetizers. I opted out of the drinking, but couldn't resist the appetizers: what chance that they would choose the only two vegan items on the menu! The co-worker finally called it a night, and things got back on track. We went up to Rick's room, and talked a bit about flying, san diego at night, etc. etc. and then went back down for more overpriced, watered down drinks (which I still didn't drink).
I figured we would go home after that, but instead we went back up to the room, Ken layed down on one of the beds, and Rick started getting undressed. Laying on the bed with the two of them, they start making out, and I start freaking out. I was on the verge of getting up and leaving, but trusted that the boys knew what they were doing, and a happy time was had by all. Mostly happy...except for the lack of lube.
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