More on Why I am Too Old…
So yesterday I ended the recitation of my schedule around 10am Saturday morning.
So, I go around and pick out attractive or popular folks, and convince them to auction themselves off. I also organize the contestant baskets for the auction itself, and make sure that my contestants will be around with their baskets.
I go from the Atrium, where 90% of my events take place to the vendor area, to the outside smokers, to the bootblack area, and pass out forms.
The forms ask whether you’re being auctioned off as a bottom or a top, what your experience level is, who you’ll play with – men only, women only, either, singles, couples or groups, and what kind of scenes you prefer, heavy pain, light sensuous, service scenes or something else.
We also ask them their least and most favorite BDSM implements, and what else they’d like the audience to know. Some of the things that are written are funny, some are silly, some are serious.
I try and intersperse the people we’re auctioning off with baskets we’re auctioning off. I usually drink during the auction, too.
Once the auction is finished, my big push is over, and I am usually dead. My feet hurt from being on them and scurrying around madly. I lay on the couch for a bit, then moved to the bed, and drew and I took a very quick nap, maybe a half hour tops.
Then it was time to get dressed and go to the contest, which again was fantastic. Our Kentucky bootblack, Bella, did very well, very poised during her speech and questions, and she was awarded the title of Great Lakes Community Bootblack.
After the contest it was time to scurry back to the victory party which the Louisville folks had put on in my absence. I drank and ate, and dealt with silent auction items.
Then I had to go judge the door decorating contest, which was a tough one because there were three fabulous doors. One had Liberace complete with music, one had a tray with cookies and food, and another had a lot of casino and luck themed items. It was a tough decision.
Then I had not one but two play dates, which is uncommon for me at GLLA, usually I don’t play at all, often I don’t even see the dungeon. This year, though, I had a date with one of the vendors I’ve known for a long time, Darin of Arcane, and another with one of our directors, boy Brent.
I finally finished up there about 3am, then boy Brent carried my bag for me back to the room, but I didn’t have a room key with me, so drew had to get up and let me in.
I decided I wanted some of the cookies that Cerrin had left for me. I went to the bag, with MY name on it and discovered it empty.
Slave drew did a poor job of looking innocent, so he scurried out to get more cookies from the tables. He did this without his pants.
This was not overly noticeable until he leaned over a bit and you saw his ass, or unless you realized that the head of his dick was peeking out below the t-shirt hem.
It was quite amusing and Cerrin and Meg, who had come into the room for something, found it quite entertaining.
I believe I got to bed at 4am or later. As tired as I was, I did not fall asleep for a while.
Up again at 8:30 to get the silent auction stuff finalized, then take it down to the brunch, with an estimate for the amount of money we raised – about $3500 – for the titleholders.
Then at the brunch I presented a piece of earned Leather to Gabriel, our bootblack and ASL interpreter. There was a great keynote speech, too, by Hardy Haberman, about activism. It was one of the best I’ve heard at GLLA.
Then it was time to scurry back and get the silent auction finalized for pickup, and pack.
Finally, finally, finally, about 3pm, we hit the road home.
And seriously, I am too old to be doing this shit.