Monthly Archives: May 2013
All right, so I am here and more or less back to normal.
I haven’t unpacked, of course. I’m still working on pictures, but I’m closer now.
I’m still processing, I think.
One of the things that was funny was how many people from Louisville were at International Mr. Leather.
We left for Chicago about 1 or so. Chicago traffic is always challenging, though I was not driving, which is always a plus to me.
I went with Jay and Karen, my Leather SIR and Leather Ms. Neither of them had ever been to IML before.
We were staying a ways out because I had gotten a deal on a hotel room, thanks to a friend. We were going to at least see how the train worked, and it did work pretty well for the first two days, though taking a train limits what you can do and wear, so the third night we paid exorbitant parking rates and it was worth it.
We got checked in and by the time we had gotten to the hotel and changed and figured out the trains and actually got to the hotel it was too late for me to get my press credentials, which was fine anyway.
We walked around the hotel for a few minutes, which is packed virtually to the rafters with hot gay guys who are, if not fully naked are somewhere between half and three quarters naked.
We had not eaten on the way up, so Karen and I went to dinner. We walked a block or two to a grill and were having a very nice meal when Karen said, as someone walked by, “Isn’t that Chris? Donald’s Chris?”
I looked up and indeed it was Donald’s Chris and Donald, too, and another friend or two of ours as well.
You have to come to Chicago to see your friends, I suppose.
We didn’t do a lot that night, we went back to the hotel for a bit after dinner, had a drink, talked to more hometown folk we saw, as well as some out of towners I don’t often see.
Eventually I will catch up on sleep.
Which I really wanted out last night, but that clearly did not happen.
I set myself a tight deadline and knew it would be painful, and it was.
But I think it’s done.
However, I still have to dash out on the last dog run of the evening for my friends, and by then, it will be late, and I am still working on photos.
Other than that, though, I’ve been lounging. Obviously.
I had a great time at International Mr. Leather.
I saw lots of people I knew, met tons of people I didn’t.
I laughed until I cried more than a few times.
I took the train by myself in Chicago, which if you know me makes you afraid for me. I didn’t have any incidents, by the way.
I bought one new toy, nothing fabulous, but a long quirty thing. It was from a vendor I have bought toys from for 15 years, I didn’t have anything like it and it was very inexpensive, particularly for IML.
I had great seats at the contest and took, literally, close to 500 photos, I think, and I need to get through them.
Tonight, I am dead tired, though, and I’m not even going to write a proper blog.
Look for me soon, I swear I will be back.
I have finally gotten all the Kinky Prom photo edited and all but five of the 250-ish I took have been sent out. Three of those I am just waiting on an email address so I can send them out, and two are of a person neither I nor any of the six or eight people I have had look at the picture knew her.
Today and tomorrow, I am *off,” in that I don’t specifically have plans to do anything in the evening.
Of course, it’s also Derby week, and we have two parties planned for this weekend, so it’s not like I’m really slacking off, of course. I do have some paperwork to do, and some emails I need to answer, but I don’t necessarily have to be anywhere or do anything.
After this weekend, too, it will get a bit quieter. The Center will take a lot of time, but much of it will be time that I am already spending on kink-related stuff, and we will have most of the bugs worked out, too.
I need to get out in my garden and do some weeding, clear out some of the growth that didn’t get cleared out before from winter, see what came back and where I might have an open spot or two.
I need to clean my house, which is not so much terribly dirty as it is wildly disorganized at the moment. I haven’t unpacked the things from Saturday’s party yet, so the chairs in my den have bags in them.
My desk is piled high with magazines and notebooks, computer gizmos and random odd things. An ancient fortune cookie in the wrapper. A pair of beaters from a mixer.
A bag of tiny, mint-flavored, bone-shaped treats for the dogs.
I need to put the couple boxes of Bluegrass Leather Pride stuff on shelves in the garage, and deal with the contents of a garden basket I won at the dog show this spring, and move the 10 pairs of my shoes that have accumulated in the living room back upstairs.
And I will do all of that, honest I will.
But it won’t be tonight. Tonight drew and I went out on the scooter for the first time this year and it was lovely.
And I was, in the 20 minutes I was away between that line and this, I trimmed a small shrub that was beginning to block a walkway, took the beaters to the kitchen, the dog treats in their cannister.
I can see the top of my desk again, one chair is mostly empty, and my blog is done. How cool is that?