Fucking motherfuck! What had started as a plan for birthday week debauchery turned into a little over two weeks of decadence that will live in infamy...
Saturday night went even more wonderfully than expected, in fact it didn't let go until around 10 something on Sunday night. I had to in fact make use of a disclaimer for my Sunday plans. I'd told a number of friends that providing I survived or wasn't trapped in bed with a beautiful woman, I'd make it out to Fetish Bar for drinks. I'm glad I missed it
The week was a whirlwind of work, actually. Getting Space Island ready for an epic night in the LA underground, as well as meeting with and hanigng out with friends and creative people. Plans are underway for many things. Other details and debauchery ensued, of course.
The Pisces Passion Party started in a whirl for me, but as I eased out of responsibility mode and I connected with someone, the night took on new form. At a point shortly after dawn, I washed my hands of all remaining responsibilities and decided to make an escape with a friend and two beautiful women. We spent the next two days in posh surroundings, eating comfort foods, being decadent, and soaking in a hot tub.
I was to have returned to Arizona on Sunday. Arriving back at Space Island late Monday night I opted to plan for a Thursday departure. My Wednesday night, however, wound up running a bit long - not really ending until around 10pm on Saturday night. At that point, I was committed. My friend Stefano's birthday began in two hours. A half dozen friends were spinning records at The Blue Bongo downtown. There was sure to be an afterparty. Debauchery continued in one form or another until mid-afternoon on Tuesday.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes, I wish I could have celebrated with everyone personally. Maybe next time...
odi omnes
Saturday night went even more wonderfully than expected, in fact it didn't let go until around 10 something on Sunday night. I had to in fact make use of a disclaimer for my Sunday plans. I'd told a number of friends that providing I survived or wasn't trapped in bed with a beautiful woman, I'd make it out to Fetish Bar for drinks. I'm glad I missed it
The week was a whirlwind of work, actually. Getting Space Island ready for an epic night in the LA underground, as well as meeting with and hanigng out with friends and creative people. Plans are underway for many things. Other details and debauchery ensued, of course.
The Pisces Passion Party started in a whirl for me, but as I eased out of responsibility mode and I connected with someone, the night took on new form. At a point shortly after dawn, I washed my hands of all remaining responsibilities and decided to make an escape with a friend and two beautiful women. We spent the next two days in posh surroundings, eating comfort foods, being decadent, and soaking in a hot tub.
I was to have returned to Arizona on Sunday. Arriving back at Space Island late Monday night I opted to plan for a Thursday departure. My Wednesday night, however, wound up running a bit long - not really ending until around 10pm on Saturday night. At that point, I was committed. My friend Stefano's birthday began in two hours. A half dozen friends were spinning records at The Blue Bongo downtown. There was sure to be an afterparty. Debauchery continued in one form or another until mid-afternoon on Tuesday.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes, I wish I could have celebrated with everyone personally. Maybe next time...
odi omnes
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