Had a rather enjoyable weekend, for the most part. A good friend of mine came into town last night, and as always, we ended up going out, and drinking way too damn much. (Followed by a nice bit of debauchery, if I do say so myself). As a result, I was a little hung over this morning, and didn't get nearly enough sleep. Why did my dad have to pick today to come visit? I've lived here for three years, and every time I go to his house, he says, "I'll come up and visit some time." So after three years of hearing that line, he finally decides to follow through. I guess he's starting to get bored now that he's retired. But, at least I got a free steak dinner out of it.
My ass still bares the markings from some of the fun I had Saturday night. There's an almost perfect outline of the leather strap that was used on me. It's slowly changing from a scarlet red to a very light bruise. Every time I shift in my chair, I get a plesant little reminder of it. Hey, what can I tell you? There's a reason that I chose the screen name that I did.
My ass still bares the markings from some of the fun I had Saturday night. There's an almost perfect outline of the leather strap that was used on me. It's slowly changing from a scarlet red to a very light bruise. Every time I shift in my chair, I get a plesant little reminder of it. Hey, what can I tell you? There's a reason that I chose the screen name that I did.