Well its Wednesday morning and I'm enjoying the fact I have nothing all that important to do. Well, I am in the middle of feeding my snake, and after her adventure this weekend, she is starving! I've never seen her take the mice so aggressivly. I've just fed her her third one, and shes acting just as hungry as if she's only had one tiny one.
The first one I fed her was almost too large, so she didn't eat it. I fed her a smaller one, and while I was trying to get the larger one out of her feeding tank, she wrapped herself around me. I let her, curious to see how strong she is, and my finger started to turn purple! It was really friggin hard to push her off my finger, she is strong!
so... I guess I'll recap my weekend, so this is going to be a long one. Friday night was our stag party. I got all dressed up in my spiffy sexy corset, and myself, Cyriaca, and two other friends go out for supper. I learnt very quickly not to bother eating after putting on the corset, there is just no room. So after eating about five of the nachos on my gigantic plate, Kelly showed up and we all headed out to Overdrive.
I had reserved a table, and with 6 people there we would get a $25 bar tab. There were 5 of us. However a friend of mine who works there got us the bar tab anyways! and they kept bringing us shots and took a picture for us, it was awesome! I also kissed 13 guys (not including my boytoy) that night, including a very hot bartender and a sexy black man. Oh, and 2 women too... although they were my friends.
Hmm... just fed Zephyr her fourth mouse... and for the very first time ever she is eating it from the ass end.
Had a complete blast at the bar, and Kelly and I took a female friend home with us
So while Kelly and her are falling asleep on the bed, I totter into the kitchen and grab some of those leftover nachos. I sit down by Zephyrs tank to have a look at her while I eat, and I realize that I can't see her. I open up the tank and check inside her shelter thing, and she isn't in there. All of a sudden the drunken stupor is completely gone as I realize MY SNAKE IS GONE!!
So the three of us burst into action, tear all the furniture away from the water heating vents and lay down flour trails and everything. We find a hole in the wall that is right beside her tank where the heating pipes come into the apartment, and I'm sure that is where she went.
I stay up until exhaustion claims me at about 5:30 in the morning. I wake up at 7 and 10 to check the flour trails, nothing. I spent most of Saturday wallowing in my own unpleasant thoughts and emotions, and instead of going out and having fun (which I would likely have been incapable of) I stayed home and watched crappy tv alone.
Sunday was much of the same, but this time Kelly joined me the entire day and tried to keep me happy. He took me out for dinner, and we rented a couple movies and stayed home and ate junk food. I was an emotional roller coaster. With the handfasting just two days away, I was actually having to get some stuff together. Basically I was a wreck. My snake was gone, I was getting a cold, The handfasting was only two days away with lots of work to still do. I hadn't done anything productive all weekend, so all these things led to me become a ball of sobbing mush more than once that day. Although Kelly was a wonderfully supportive man and put up with me through the whole thing.
We went to bed around 11:30, and I had to get up and come into the living room because I couldn't sleep due to thinking about Zephyr. I cried myself tired and went to bed about an hour later.
There was then a knock at the door at about 3:30. It was a landlord with a panicky look on his face saying "I think I found you're snake!"
I have never been out of bed so fast. His apartment is four floors below ours and one over, so I was sure she had gone into the walls in order to get that far. I went downstairs with him, and she was hiding behind a stack of mattresses. I've never seen her move so fast or panicky before, but once I got a hold of her and she smelt me, I swear to god you could feel her relief.
I thanked the landlord profusely, apologized for her getting out, and brought her back and put her to bed.
The adrenaline rush didn't wear off until about 5:30, and I was up again at 8 to begin the day of work. Most of which involved making the wedding cake, doing some final organizing, and having my parents over to help.
Well I was planning on writing about the handfasting as well, but I only have so much attention span for these things. I'll do it later...hehe
The first one I fed her was almost too large, so she didn't eat it. I fed her a smaller one, and while I was trying to get the larger one out of her feeding tank, she wrapped herself around me. I let her, curious to see how strong she is, and my finger started to turn purple! It was really friggin hard to push her off my finger, she is strong!
so... I guess I'll recap my weekend, so this is going to be a long one. Friday night was our stag party. I got all dressed up in my spiffy sexy corset, and myself, Cyriaca, and two other friends go out for supper. I learnt very quickly not to bother eating after putting on the corset, there is just no room. So after eating about five of the nachos on my gigantic plate, Kelly showed up and we all headed out to Overdrive.
I had reserved a table, and with 6 people there we would get a $25 bar tab. There were 5 of us. However a friend of mine who works there got us the bar tab anyways! and they kept bringing us shots and took a picture for us, it was awesome! I also kissed 13 guys (not including my boytoy) that night, including a very hot bartender and a sexy black man. Oh, and 2 women too... although they were my friends.
Hmm... just fed Zephyr her fourth mouse... and for the very first time ever she is eating it from the ass end.
Had a complete blast at the bar, and Kelly and I took a female friend home with us
So while Kelly and her are falling asleep on the bed, I totter into the kitchen and grab some of those leftover nachos. I sit down by Zephyrs tank to have a look at her while I eat, and I realize that I can't see her. I open up the tank and check inside her shelter thing, and she isn't in there. All of a sudden the drunken stupor is completely gone as I realize MY SNAKE IS GONE!!
So the three of us burst into action, tear all the furniture away from the water heating vents and lay down flour trails and everything. We find a hole in the wall that is right beside her tank where the heating pipes come into the apartment, and I'm sure that is where she went.
I stay up until exhaustion claims me at about 5:30 in the morning. I wake up at 7 and 10 to check the flour trails, nothing. I spent most of Saturday wallowing in my own unpleasant thoughts and emotions, and instead of going out and having fun (which I would likely have been incapable of) I stayed home and watched crappy tv alone.
Sunday was much of the same, but this time Kelly joined me the entire day and tried to keep me happy. He took me out for dinner, and we rented a couple movies and stayed home and ate junk food. I was an emotional roller coaster. With the handfasting just two days away, I was actually having to get some stuff together. Basically I was a wreck. My snake was gone, I was getting a cold, The handfasting was only two days away with lots of work to still do. I hadn't done anything productive all weekend, so all these things led to me become a ball of sobbing mush more than once that day. Although Kelly was a wonderfully supportive man and put up with me through the whole thing.
We went to bed around 11:30, and I had to get up and come into the living room because I couldn't sleep due to thinking about Zephyr. I cried myself tired and went to bed about an hour later.
There was then a knock at the door at about 3:30. It was a landlord with a panicky look on his face saying "I think I found you're snake!"
I have never been out of bed so fast. His apartment is four floors below ours and one over, so I was sure she had gone into the walls in order to get that far. I went downstairs with him, and she was hiding behind a stack of mattresses. I've never seen her move so fast or panicky before, but once I got a hold of her and she smelt me, I swear to god you could feel her relief.
I thanked the landlord profusely, apologized for her getting out, and brought her back and put her to bed.
The adrenaline rush didn't wear off until about 5:30, and I was up again at 8 to begin the day of work. Most of which involved making the wedding cake, doing some final organizing, and having my parents over to help.
Well I was planning on writing about the handfasting as well, but I only have so much attention span for these things. I'll do it later...hehe