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thepnutgalleryI took a pad of paper with me on the cruise, intending to keep up with my journal, but completely forgot. When I got back, not only was I Super Mcbusypants, but I didn't want to go out of chronological order in my entries. Now I find myself 2 weeks behind, still busy, but with a terrible fear of forgetting those weeks. I didn't say it was an unfounded fear.
Monday - Pie Day! Also, day to get my car back! It still wasn't ready when Ken took me there before work, so I worked overtime until one of my co-workers could take me on the way home. Ken stayed home, and bar-hopped with Sean. Ken's been very very good since the 28th, and Sean is (or was) freaked out by the whole "HIV" thing, so there's no worries there. I still find it a little irksome that he seems fairly gung-ho to hang out with Sean when I'm not there, and downright reluctant when I am. I was hoping to see him between work and pie, but nothing doing. I went back and forth between just picking up a pie and making one, and eventually decided to make one - Impossible Cheesecake, using the Toasted Walnut cheesecake as a base. Everything possible went wrong. I fucked up measurements, I forgot steps, and the final blow was when I added my flour, had to put the thing back in the blender, and then realized I hadn't sealed it with the blades attached. Did what I could. The final result was very very bland, which was disappointing because, even with the fuck-ups, the batter was AWESOME. Pie night itself was decently fun - I was very disappointed in the other guests. Several of the vegetarians brought vegetarian pies, but not vegan ones. For Alicia, who brought pizza, this is understandable. There is no subsitute (No Substitute!) for cheese. For Nicole and Amy, not so much. Nicole used Quorn chicken in her pie, and Quorn uses Egg. Not only does this make it not vegan, but it's not like Quorn is even the cheapest or best option. Whatev. Aimee had my back, and I ate most of the Taco pie. I also did what I could for the vegan dessert options. Once again, Aimee was the only considerate one. As the hostess, this is to be expected of her, but it still rankled. The Nutcracker pie was as tasty as it was beautiful - mmmm...goo....I unfortunately didn't see the Coconut Chocolate Chip Pie on the first go 'round (it wasn't in the line with the rest). Man, that puppy was good. I also got checks from Anthony, and the first one from Aimee! Super. I had only been expecting to receive one from him and one from her, but he paid himself back up to current. Really really swell. Took Nicole home when she was ready to vomit and study, and stopped at VONS before heading home to take care of my own full-ness. Ken was already there when I got there. He was very loving, right up until I told him that I was upset with my progress on my body. I tried so hard to get in shape for the cruise, and the pictures just don't reflect it. In fact, it looks like I'm still in the holiday season of letting myself go. At that point, he got downright mean. Blah blah blah what do you want me to do about it blah blah blah I can't help you, blah blah blah you should see a counselor or something blah blah blah. Um...I didn't ask for you to do anything, and I CERTAINLY didn't ask for your help, thank you. You asked what was wrong, I told you. I ate some veggies, he went to bed. Ugh.
Tuesday - Sent a thank you card to Aimee. Was going to go for leftover pie, but I forgot we had D&D. Game was fun - first time with our new characters. In spite of the awkwardness from the night before, we managed to have some fairly rockin' quickie sex before game. The boys ordered Thai food, and I picked up a box of soy nuggets when I went to get it. I had hoped that the box would be enough for me, but I ate pretty much all of the mixed nuts, japanese snack mix, and apricots that Jason had. I wasn't worried about bottoming, but I did feel bad.
Wednesday - I thought about going to Spin class, but went grocery shopping instead. I had originally been going to pick up some tofurkey sausages and white/light blue Royal Dansk cookies to eat and toss back up again, but Ralph's doesn't carrk the cookies, so no go. I did, however, get a loaf of bread and bunch of tomatoes. Sammiches! Ken had an industry meeting in mission valley - casino themed. I stayed home, binged, purged. He got three job offers while he was there, and some increased business. At work, he had informed his boss that he wasn't taking the Oakland position, and didn't want to do both the Palm Springs trip, and have to pay for the San Fran trip. I didn't point out that if he considered things a little longer, he wouldn't have had to. Instead, I just mentioned that if it was a choice between Palm Springs (where I've been before, and will be again in just over a month) and going to S.F. to meet Tom (where I've never been, and who I've never met), my vote was for S.F. He made the reservations for Palm Springs, and called covering my half a gift. It was originally going to be an anniversary gift, but he wisely dropped that right quick. Gifts are usually things people want, not things people go along with.
Thursday - Didn't go to the gym again. Really should have. I was mostly good - I didn't eat much before Ken got home, since I was hoping for sex. There wasn't really time, since Ken got home around 4:30, and Brandon was coming over around 6-ish, but it was still totally do-able. We ended up not, and he and Brandon went to poker, and I stayed home, binged, purged. The boys came back around 9:30, and we headed over to Bouron St. where we had a couple drinks with cranky cranky Chris. Ken finally got fed up and we went home. I really really really don't like getting ready with Ken there, but he was randy, and I wasn't about to say no. The worst part of throwing up is not the dental damage, esophogus damage, or waste of money (in terms of cost of food). The worst part of it is that it fucks up your digestion, and you can't bottom. Discovered this the hard way when I tried to anyway. I felt really bad for Ken - he, like me, as a top is very understanding, but there's really nothing for him to do in that situation.
Friday - Expecting a fairly slow day at work, but there was a lot of work waiting. I did jump out at one point - went to CVS and Whole Foods, picked up a pack of Tofurkey Sausages and a tin of cookies. Vomiting in the bathroom at work is very very awkward, and I don't think I even got the cookies up. Grrr. I had thought we were going to leave fairly early, so I jetted home after work. Ken got home early, which caught me by surprise, but we really had nothig to do but pack and wait for Matthew. I had asked him for details (Estimated departure time, if I should pick up anything, etc.) during the day, but there were none forthcoming. We picked up some food on the way, and stopped at Matt's for longer than Ken wanted to, and finally got up to the resort. Went out with the boys to Hunter's where we ran in to Jon, and eventually Michael. There was a dance contest, which the promoter asked me to enter, and I foolishly declined. There was only one guy that would have even given me a run for my money. Still, it was nice to have been asked. I still wasn't drinking, as I was DD and the cops are downright vicious in Palm Springs. We tapped out of Hunter's a little after 12:30 or so, and I took the boys to the casino. I didn't really want to be there, so I just went back to the hotel, instead of inflicting myself on them. The hotel we stayed at was clothing optional, and there was a little randiness going on in the hot tub, but I stayed in, and eventually fell asleep on the bed. Ken came home around 2:30, saw the randiness as well, and also declined. On the one hand, I recognize the effort he's putting forth. On the other hand, this is all stuff that most people take for granted. "Do not participate in the orgy in the pool instead of coming to bed like you said you would" is a pretty basic, if generally unspoken, rule. As I said aboard the cruise, I'll happily take the Ken that needs extra reassurance that he's being good over the one that sneaks around and takes my loyalty for granted any day of the week.
Saturday - Surprisingly chilly for Palm Springs. I got some breakfast and coffee for me and Ken (breakfast in bed - I'm so sweet!), and then we hung out by the pool for a bit with Matthew, and the boys had some cocktails. A couple gents made eyes at me as I was walking back and forth to the office, but no one I was interested in. Eventually made our way over to the tennis site to watch Allen play, only to discover that we were at the wrong site, and drive out another 30 min. to the right place. Just in time to see the boys win, so I wasn't complaining. We all went to lunch at a Thai place - I almost got an entree, but Ken got a couple apps that I could have, so I decided against it. Went back to the hotel, where Ken discovered he ate too much, and laid down for a bit. I had a couple drinks and joined the boys in the hot tub. I missed the absurdly hung gentleman, but did chat with a number of other boys. Went back inside to discover that Ken had actually fallen asleep - I was going to nap with him, but he woke up just as I was laying down. we flipped channels and cuddled for a while, and then it was time to go to dinner. Went to a Chinese place, which was overpriced. We opted to share Sweet and Sour Tofu ($11). As much as I was unimpressed with the overpriced dish (S&W is pretty basic), I was absolutely DELIGHTED that Ken got something we could share. There were 11 of us, and some people got more expensive entrees than others, some people got drinks, and some people got dessert and/or coffee. To make things fair when the bill came, instead of each person contributing what they owed, they just split things evenly, for a total of $34/person. I understand this - there was a gent celebrating his birthday, and they did the food family style, but it seemed rather ridiculous to me. Fortunately, Ken had anticipated both this happening and my reaction, and just covered both of us. After dinner, we went out to a place called Toucan's, which was fairly crowded. The music wasn't bad, though also wasn't generally enough to get me on the dance floor. After the last night, I was very very over fighting for a place on the dance floor, and being bumped into every 10 seconds. I did pop on for Hung Up, and then stayed for a few songs. There was a gogo dancer on when we first got there - not the prettiest boy, but he was wearing some cammy pants that hung off him perfectly. We watched him get mauled by patrons who had less dignity than they did money until he got replaced by a "cushioned" latin gentleman with a prosthesis in his too-small underpants. One of the gents that had been eyeing me tried to buy me a drink, though I declined. Poor guy was not high on he attractive scale, though he was nice enough that I'd have gone home with him if I had been alone. A strange thing happened around 12:30 - suddenly they started playing reggae-tone and hip hop, and the crowd became largely straight (but not narrow, by any sense of the word) and Hispanic. We stayed longer than I thought we would, but eventually tapped out around 1:30. Matt was still there, chatting up some guy that only he found attractive, and protested when we told him we were leaving. I was having none of it, so I told him to get a cab and we left. We stopped by Jack in the Box on the way home, and almost went to another club, but neither of us was really feeling like staying out at that point, so we just headed back to the hotel. At the room, I had a drink, and we decided to pop into the hot tub for a few minutes. We found ourselves infused with a lack of tired in there, and were joined by a couple from London with clear intent for group action. Unfortunately, we were also joined by an oafishly drunk gent who we had no desire to be around. Retired back to the room, though the London couple stayed out and the oaf watched them give each other head. We were no less randy for the interruption, so we played on our own. It was absolutely amazing, though neither of us came. A big plus for me was just that I was finally 100% clean - after Thursday's fiasco, I was starting to get a complex. Snuggled up and finally got to sleep around 3ish. Good times!
Sunday - Woke up early-ish, both still quite randy. I could probably have been okay to bottom, but I'd have needed time, and I couldn't guarantee it, so I opened by suggesting I top. Literally just before penetration, we hear a knock on the door. Told them to come back later, only to have "later" be just as Ken was about to cum. He was riding me, and shot buckets! Super. The knock had turned out to be Matthew, and we hung out by the pool for a bit before heading out to watch Allen's last game. He (and partner Todd) were actually playing friend's of theirs from San Diego. They played a good game (bearing in mind that I have no idea about these things), but unfortunately lost. Ah, well. We were planning on hanging out at the hotel for the rest of the afternoon, but ended up grabbing lunch and heading home. I drove for most of the trip, because Ken was sleepy, which I was happy to do. Got home a little after 4, and I took Ken over to Kenny's, where he hung out with Elizabeth and Justin and all. I decompressed at home, though I didn't really do anything productive. I did manage to talk to my parents - the conversation went on too long, and they didn't seem terribly interested in anything I had to say. The news that I got accepted to Cal Western barely phased my papa, and my mum seemed positively non-plussed. The other unfortunate side effect of that was that I ate a bunch of oatmeal while on the phone with them. I also ended up eating a bunch of Tofutti cheese slices. Tried to purge, but that didn't go so well - I got up most of the cheese, but not much of the oatmeal. Ken called, and I picked up half of the party from Kenny's (the other half took a cab), and drove them to Mo's. I dropped them off and found parking, and then reconnected inside. Ken was somewhat tipsy, which was nothing compared to everyone else - they were dee-runk. They were also still waiting for a table. Lost track of Ken when he went to the bathroom and Kenny dragged me onto the floor for "U + ur hand", but eventually found him again. We finally got a table, and Ken played counselor, first to drunken Justin, and then to drunken Lizzy. We tapped out a bit after that, leaving the drunk folk in the hand of the other DD. Back at home, Ken had drunk talk with me, but it was all good stuff, if not always presented as well as it could have been. In other news, the sky is blue. I had kind of been hoping for sex, since I hadn't cum that morning, but I wasn't pushing for it, given my life lessons regarding throwing up and sex. Cuddling was simply fantastic. My sleep was sporadic, and I think Ken's was too, but we just resnugglified every time we woke up. Can't think of a better way for the weekend to end.
Monday - Pie Day! Also, day to get my car back! It still wasn't ready when Ken took me there before work, so I worked overtime until one of my co-workers could take me on the way home. Ken stayed home, and bar-hopped with Sean. Ken's been very very good since the 28th, and Sean is (or was) freaked out by the whole "HIV" thing, so there's no worries there. I still find it a little irksome that he seems fairly gung-ho to hang out with Sean when I'm not there, and downright reluctant when I am. I was hoping to see him between work and pie, but nothing doing. I went back and forth between just picking up a pie and making one, and eventually decided to make one - Impossible Cheesecake, using the Toasted Walnut cheesecake as a base. Everything possible went wrong. I fucked up measurements, I forgot steps, and the final blow was when I added my flour, had to put the thing back in the blender, and then realized I hadn't sealed it with the blades attached. Did what I could. The final result was very very bland, which was disappointing because, even with the fuck-ups, the batter was AWESOME. Pie night itself was decently fun - I was very disappointed in the other guests. Several of the vegetarians brought vegetarian pies, but not vegan ones. For Alicia, who brought pizza, this is understandable. There is no subsitute (No Substitute!) for cheese. For Nicole and Amy, not so much. Nicole used Quorn chicken in her pie, and Quorn uses Egg. Not only does this make it not vegan, but it's not like Quorn is even the cheapest or best option. Whatev. Aimee had my back, and I ate most of the Taco pie. I also did what I could for the vegan dessert options. Once again, Aimee was the only considerate one. As the hostess, this is to be expected of her, but it still rankled. The Nutcracker pie was as tasty as it was beautiful - mmmm...goo....I unfortunately didn't see the Coconut Chocolate Chip Pie on the first go 'round (it wasn't in the line with the rest). Man, that puppy was good. I also got checks from Anthony, and the first one from Aimee! Super. I had only been expecting to receive one from him and one from her, but he paid himself back up to current. Really really swell. Took Nicole home when she was ready to vomit and study, and stopped at VONS before heading home to take care of my own full-ness. Ken was already there when I got there. He was very loving, right up until I told him that I was upset with my progress on my body. I tried so hard to get in shape for the cruise, and the pictures just don't reflect it. In fact, it looks like I'm still in the holiday season of letting myself go. At that point, he got downright mean. Blah blah blah what do you want me to do about it blah blah blah I can't help you, blah blah blah you should see a counselor or something blah blah blah. Um...I didn't ask for you to do anything, and I CERTAINLY didn't ask for your help, thank you. You asked what was wrong, I told you. I ate some veggies, he went to bed. Ugh.
Tuesday - Sent a thank you card to Aimee. Was going to go for leftover pie, but I forgot we had D&D. Game was fun - first time with our new characters. In spite of the awkwardness from the night before, we managed to have some fairly rockin' quickie sex before game. The boys ordered Thai food, and I picked up a box of soy nuggets when I went to get it. I had hoped that the box would be enough for me, but I ate pretty much all of the mixed nuts, japanese snack mix, and apricots that Jason had. I wasn't worried about bottoming, but I did feel bad.
Wednesday - I thought about going to Spin class, but went grocery shopping instead. I had originally been going to pick up some tofurkey sausages and white/light blue Royal Dansk cookies to eat and toss back up again, but Ralph's doesn't carrk the cookies, so no go. I did, however, get a loaf of bread and bunch of tomatoes. Sammiches! Ken had an industry meeting in mission valley - casino themed. I stayed home, binged, purged. He got three job offers while he was there, and some increased business. At work, he had informed his boss that he wasn't taking the Oakland position, and didn't want to do both the Palm Springs trip, and have to pay for the San Fran trip. I didn't point out that if he considered things a little longer, he wouldn't have had to. Instead, I just mentioned that if it was a choice between Palm Springs (where I've been before, and will be again in just over a month) and going to S.F. to meet Tom (where I've never been, and who I've never met), my vote was for S.F. He made the reservations for Palm Springs, and called covering my half a gift. It was originally going to be an anniversary gift, but he wisely dropped that right quick. Gifts are usually things people want, not things people go along with.
Thursday - Didn't go to the gym again. Really should have. I was mostly good - I didn't eat much before Ken got home, since I was hoping for sex. There wasn't really time, since Ken got home around 4:30, and Brandon was coming over around 6-ish, but it was still totally do-able. We ended up not, and he and Brandon went to poker, and I stayed home, binged, purged. The boys came back around 9:30, and we headed over to Bouron St. where we had a couple drinks with cranky cranky Chris. Ken finally got fed up and we went home. I really really really don't like getting ready with Ken there, but he was randy, and I wasn't about to say no. The worst part of throwing up is not the dental damage, esophogus damage, or waste of money (in terms of cost of food). The worst part of it is that it fucks up your digestion, and you can't bottom. Discovered this the hard way when I tried to anyway. I felt really bad for Ken - he, like me, as a top is very understanding, but there's really nothing for him to do in that situation.
Friday - Expecting a fairly slow day at work, but there was a lot of work waiting. I did jump out at one point - went to CVS and Whole Foods, picked up a pack of Tofurkey Sausages and a tin of cookies. Vomiting in the bathroom at work is very very awkward, and I don't think I even got the cookies up. Grrr. I had thought we were going to leave fairly early, so I jetted home after work. Ken got home early, which caught me by surprise, but we really had nothig to do but pack and wait for Matthew. I had asked him for details (Estimated departure time, if I should pick up anything, etc.) during the day, but there were none forthcoming. We picked up some food on the way, and stopped at Matt's for longer than Ken wanted to, and finally got up to the resort. Went out with the boys to Hunter's where we ran in to Jon, and eventually Michael. There was a dance contest, which the promoter asked me to enter, and I foolishly declined. There was only one guy that would have even given me a run for my money. Still, it was nice to have been asked. I still wasn't drinking, as I was DD and the cops are downright vicious in Palm Springs. We tapped out of Hunter's a little after 12:30 or so, and I took the boys to the casino. I didn't really want to be there, so I just went back to the hotel, instead of inflicting myself on them. The hotel we stayed at was clothing optional, and there was a little randiness going on in the hot tub, but I stayed in, and eventually fell asleep on the bed. Ken came home around 2:30, saw the randiness as well, and also declined. On the one hand, I recognize the effort he's putting forth. On the other hand, this is all stuff that most people take for granted. "Do not participate in the orgy in the pool instead of coming to bed like you said you would" is a pretty basic, if generally unspoken, rule. As I said aboard the cruise, I'll happily take the Ken that needs extra reassurance that he's being good over the one that sneaks around and takes my loyalty for granted any day of the week.
Saturday - Surprisingly chilly for Palm Springs. I got some breakfast and coffee for me and Ken (breakfast in bed - I'm so sweet!), and then we hung out by the pool for a bit with Matthew, and the boys had some cocktails. A couple gents made eyes at me as I was walking back and forth to the office, but no one I was interested in. Eventually made our way over to the tennis site to watch Allen play, only to discover that we were at the wrong site, and drive out another 30 min. to the right place. Just in time to see the boys win, so I wasn't complaining. We all went to lunch at a Thai place - I almost got an entree, but Ken got a couple apps that I could have, so I decided against it. Went back to the hotel, where Ken discovered he ate too much, and laid down for a bit. I had a couple drinks and joined the boys in the hot tub. I missed the absurdly hung gentleman, but did chat with a number of other boys. Went back inside to discover that Ken had actually fallen asleep - I was going to nap with him, but he woke up just as I was laying down. we flipped channels and cuddled for a while, and then it was time to go to dinner. Went to a Chinese place, which was overpriced. We opted to share Sweet and Sour Tofu ($11). As much as I was unimpressed with the overpriced dish (S&W is pretty basic), I was absolutely DELIGHTED that Ken got something we could share. There were 11 of us, and some people got more expensive entrees than others, some people got drinks, and some people got dessert and/or coffee. To make things fair when the bill came, instead of each person contributing what they owed, they just split things evenly, for a total of $34/person. I understand this - there was a gent celebrating his birthday, and they did the food family style, but it seemed rather ridiculous to me. Fortunately, Ken had anticipated both this happening and my reaction, and just covered both of us. After dinner, we went out to a place called Toucan's, which was fairly crowded. The music wasn't bad, though also wasn't generally enough to get me on the dance floor. After the last night, I was very very over fighting for a place on the dance floor, and being bumped into every 10 seconds. I did pop on for Hung Up, and then stayed for a few songs. There was a gogo dancer on when we first got there - not the prettiest boy, but he was wearing some cammy pants that hung off him perfectly. We watched him get mauled by patrons who had less dignity than they did money until he got replaced by a "cushioned" latin gentleman with a prosthesis in his too-small underpants. One of the gents that had been eyeing me tried to buy me a drink, though I declined. Poor guy was not high on he attractive scale, though he was nice enough that I'd have gone home with him if I had been alone. A strange thing happened around 12:30 - suddenly they started playing reggae-tone and hip hop, and the crowd became largely straight (but not narrow, by any sense of the word) and Hispanic. We stayed longer than I thought we would, but eventually tapped out around 1:30. Matt was still there, chatting up some guy that only he found attractive, and protested when we told him we were leaving. I was having none of it, so I told him to get a cab and we left. We stopped by Jack in the Box on the way home, and almost went to another club, but neither of us was really feeling like staying out at that point, so we just headed back to the hotel. At the room, I had a drink, and we decided to pop into the hot tub for a few minutes. We found ourselves infused with a lack of tired in there, and were joined by a couple from London with clear intent for group action. Unfortunately, we were also joined by an oafishly drunk gent who we had no desire to be around. Retired back to the room, though the London couple stayed out and the oaf watched them give each other head. We were no less randy for the interruption, so we played on our own. It was absolutely amazing, though neither of us came. A big plus for me was just that I was finally 100% clean - after Thursday's fiasco, I was starting to get a complex. Snuggled up and finally got to sleep around 3ish. Good times!
Sunday - Woke up early-ish, both still quite randy. I could probably have been okay to bottom, but I'd have needed time, and I couldn't guarantee it, so I opened by suggesting I top. Literally just before penetration, we hear a knock on the door. Told them to come back later, only to have "later" be just as Ken was about to cum. He was riding me, and shot buckets! Super. The knock had turned out to be Matthew, and we hung out by the pool for a bit before heading out to watch Allen's last game. He (and partner Todd) were actually playing friend's of theirs from San Diego. They played a good game (bearing in mind that I have no idea about these things), but unfortunately lost. Ah, well. We were planning on hanging out at the hotel for the rest of the afternoon, but ended up grabbing lunch and heading home. I drove for most of the trip, because Ken was sleepy, which I was happy to do. Got home a little after 4, and I took Ken over to Kenny's, where he hung out with Elizabeth and Justin and all. I decompressed at home, though I didn't really do anything productive. I did manage to talk to my parents - the conversation went on too long, and they didn't seem terribly interested in anything I had to say. The news that I got accepted to Cal Western barely phased my papa, and my mum seemed positively non-plussed. The other unfortunate side effect of that was that I ate a bunch of oatmeal while on the phone with them. I also ended up eating a bunch of Tofutti cheese slices. Tried to purge, but that didn't go so well - I got up most of the cheese, but not much of the oatmeal. Ken called, and I picked up half of the party from Kenny's (the other half took a cab), and drove them to Mo's. I dropped them off and found parking, and then reconnected inside. Ken was somewhat tipsy, which was nothing compared to everyone else - they were dee-runk. They were also still waiting for a table. Lost track of Ken when he went to the bathroom and Kenny dragged me onto the floor for "U + ur hand", but eventually found him again. We finally got a table, and Ken played counselor, first to drunken Justin, and then to drunken Lizzy. We tapped out a bit after that, leaving the drunk folk in the hand of the other DD. Back at home, Ken had drunk talk with me, but it was all good stuff, if not always presented as well as it could have been. In other news, the sky is blue. I had kind of been hoping for sex, since I hadn't cum that morning, but I wasn't pushing for it, given my life lessons regarding throwing up and sex. Cuddling was simply fantastic. My sleep was sporadic, and I think Ken's was too, but we just resnugglified every time we woke up. Can't think of a better way for the weekend to end.
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