XIII. DAWN OF THE ELIMINATI
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... End Titles by Joseph LoDuca from "Army Of Darkness" Original Motion Picture Soundtrack ]
So I didn't end up coming back early from my weekend in OB. Turned out to be some serious fun, and I really enjoyed hanging with my friends, the couple who invited me to celebrate their 11th anniversary with them.
My mom and her boyfriend had actually stayed at the Ocean Beach Hotel three years ago, so I still knew it from visiting with them back then. After we checked in, Lisa had set her guy (Todd) up for a full body massage at this "Spa". (That's all it said on the marquee - "Spa" - though I know it had a proper name which I can't remember.) So, we went and dropped him off for that.
After wandering around The Black and a few other headshops for about an hour, we went back to get him and I promptly asked the hostess if they gave complimentary "happy endings". Her reply, "I'm not even going to answer that."
So after that, we walked around and had drinks at the Sunshine Factory and the OB Bar & Grill, and then went to Sapporo for dinner. I wasn't terribly hungry, having had our customary huge lunch at Casa Adams just a few hours before, so I just got seared sashimi. I think it was tuna, and it was amazingly well-prepared. I asked our Japanese host if "seppuku" really did mean ritual suicide. (I actually already knew it did, but I just like talking about it, especially at dinner.) He confirmed that it did, and then I asked if the one committing it had to make a triangle shape with the blade in their gut, as I had once been told. He said no, and further added all that was needed was for the blade to be twisted sharply, thereby severing all major intestinal organs, I assume.
So we politely excused our charming selves after dinner, but I forgot to add that before we walked in, I had gone to The Black again to check out some rings. I was a bit drunk and really wanted this one particular onyx ring to fit on my index finger, so I make quite the effort to get it on. And I about ended up spurting blood in the face of the counter person, as I'd obliviously made a large gash in my finger trying to get the damned thing to fit. Before noticing the blood, the proprietor commented "Okay it's making me really uncomfortable watching you trying to fit that on your finger." Then he saw the blood, so I apologized profusely, put the ring back and exited promptly.
So after eating at Sapporo, my friends actually wanted to head back to the room to retire for the night. And I followed them, but I was determined to have a swim in the cold November waters. I just don't see the point in a day by the beach - even as rainy a day as that one was - unless you get in the water at least once. So I crept out of the hotel and did just that. Upon reaching the shore, I disrobed completely and entered the ocean, and I have to say that I haven't felt my cock retreat so far back in perhaps my entire life. I mean, that shit was cold. Still, as a San Diego native, I felt obliged to completely submerge myself in the icy water a number of times, and in the end I was happy to have forced the experience upon myself. I did "warm up" to the chilliness, and getting back to the hotel was even more comforting.
However, my friends, love them as I do, apparently cannot fall asleep without "background noise", something I've never be able to understand. So I basically had restless sleep for the next several hours, not being able to put the television far enough out of my mind to slumber deeply. I finally turned it off myself at about three in the morning, after noticing my friends had fallen asleep to the televised cacophony far quicker than I ever could have.
I awoke to Dick Van Dyke and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, which I actually thought was great, despite the fact that the first words out of my mouth that morning were (in a sardonically accurate gay lisp), "Is this Mary Poppins?" But I did enjoy awaking to that particular film, especially since it was still grey out, and it reminded me of when I was a kid, enjoying the winter season with my family at our home in central California.
So went and got breakfast at this Mexican cafe that I think was called "Margarita's", and fairly quickly checked out after spending the morning together. I spent the rest of the day running errands and the like, but I did go back to The Black just a few hours ago to pick up the rings I wanted the night before. In a more sober state, the alternate choices I made fit just fine, and now I have rings on seven of my fingers and two thumbs.
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... A Pain That I'm Used To by Depeche Mode from Playing The Angel ]
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... End Titles by Joseph LoDuca from "Army Of Darkness" Original Motion Picture Soundtrack ]
So I didn't end up coming back early from my weekend in OB. Turned out to be some serious fun, and I really enjoyed hanging with my friends, the couple who invited me to celebrate their 11th anniversary with them.
My mom and her boyfriend had actually stayed at the Ocean Beach Hotel three years ago, so I still knew it from visiting with them back then. After we checked in, Lisa had set her guy (Todd) up for a full body massage at this "Spa". (That's all it said on the marquee - "Spa" - though I know it had a proper name which I can't remember.) So, we went and dropped him off for that.
After wandering around The Black and a few other headshops for about an hour, we went back to get him and I promptly asked the hostess if they gave complimentary "happy endings". Her reply, "I'm not even going to answer that."
So after that, we walked around and had drinks at the Sunshine Factory and the OB Bar & Grill, and then went to Sapporo for dinner. I wasn't terribly hungry, having had our customary huge lunch at Casa Adams just a few hours before, so I just got seared sashimi. I think it was tuna, and it was amazingly well-prepared. I asked our Japanese host if "seppuku" really did mean ritual suicide. (I actually already knew it did, but I just like talking about it, especially at dinner.) He confirmed that it did, and then I asked if the one committing it had to make a triangle shape with the blade in their gut, as I had once been told. He said no, and further added all that was needed was for the blade to be twisted sharply, thereby severing all major intestinal organs, I assume.
So we politely excused our charming selves after dinner, but I forgot to add that before we walked in, I had gone to The Black again to check out some rings. I was a bit drunk and really wanted this one particular onyx ring to fit on my index finger, so I make quite the effort to get it on. And I about ended up spurting blood in the face of the counter person, as I'd obliviously made a large gash in my finger trying to get the damned thing to fit. Before noticing the blood, the proprietor commented "Okay it's making me really uncomfortable watching you trying to fit that on your finger." Then he saw the blood, so I apologized profusely, put the ring back and exited promptly.
So after eating at Sapporo, my friends actually wanted to head back to the room to retire for the night. And I followed them, but I was determined to have a swim in the cold November waters. I just don't see the point in a day by the beach - even as rainy a day as that one was - unless you get in the water at least once. So I crept out of the hotel and did just that. Upon reaching the shore, I disrobed completely and entered the ocean, and I have to say that I haven't felt my cock retreat so far back in perhaps my entire life. I mean, that shit was cold. Still, as a San Diego native, I felt obliged to completely submerge myself in the icy water a number of times, and in the end I was happy to have forced the experience upon myself. I did "warm up" to the chilliness, and getting back to the hotel was even more comforting.
However, my friends, love them as I do, apparently cannot fall asleep without "background noise", something I've never be able to understand. So I basically had restless sleep for the next several hours, not being able to put the television far enough out of my mind to slumber deeply. I finally turned it off myself at about three in the morning, after noticing my friends had fallen asleep to the televised cacophony far quicker than I ever could have.
I awoke to Dick Van Dyke and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, which I actually thought was great, despite the fact that the first words out of my mouth that morning were (in a sardonically accurate gay lisp), "Is this Mary Poppins?" But I did enjoy awaking to that particular film, especially since it was still grey out, and it reminded me of when I was a kid, enjoying the winter season with my family at our home in central California.
So went and got breakfast at this Mexican cafe that I think was called "Margarita's", and fairly quickly checked out after spending the morning together. I spent the rest of the day running errands and the like, but I did go back to The Black just a few hours ago to pick up the rings I wanted the night before. In a more sober state, the alternate choices I made fit just fine, and now I have rings on seven of my fingers and two thumbs.
[ Now playing on the Severe Trauma Sounds... A Pain That I'm Used To by Depeche Mode from Playing The Angel ]