What a party! WOOO HOOOO!! I just got back yesterday from the weekend BDSM party in New Jersey that Pete and I went to, and it was pretty fun, to say the least. The classes we took were interesting, ("Self-actualized submissive," "Fire play," and "Spanking Techniques"), the dungeon play area was huge, lots of familiar faces from Camp, and a huge vending area where lots of awesome and naughty goodies awaited our credit cards. We had our photo professional done too, I'll add a couple of them here. I was wearing a collar that I bought for myself, and my corset with petticoat skirt and stockings, and high heels...we were dressed up lookin' pretty snazzy!
Pete and I discussed it, and both decided that hotel events are okay, in the BDSM realm, but overall we both prefer an immersion event, such as going to camp for a week, instead. That way, we don't have to put on regular clothes to go have dinner, for instance. We can just wear whatever fetish stuff we're wearing without freaking out the locals, as I think I did one evening when we ate at a local diner. I wore my thigh high vinyl black platform boots and dress, with collar, and got quite a few raised eyebrow looks when I walked in the door. The waitress whispered, "What is going on at the convention center?" and I whispered back, "An alternative lifestyle party." hehehehehe (When in vanilla world, must use vanilla language).
It was really quite surreal, one half of the convention center was being used for a computer show; lots of geeky people walking in that door, and then you have the fetish freaks, like me, walking into the BDSM party in the other door...hehehehe... what a strange mix.
Anyway, we found the BEST restaurant EVER in the UNIVERSE while we were out there. Harold's New York Style Diner.
http://www.haroldsfamousdeli.com/
Talk about AWESOME!! The menu is set up for large groups of people---so a party of 10 or 50 or more is the typical crowd. You buy one item, it costs $40 bucks, but it feeds EVERYBODY. The portion sizes are HUGE! I'm talkin' GARGANTUAN. We ordered one pastrami burger to split---it was more of a huge stacked pastrami sandwich (6 or 7 inches tall), with a burger patty added on---and we were both STUFFED. We ordered breakfast the next morning, just one sausage omelet with cheese and potatoes with onions, and it fed us twice for 2 separate meals---4 servings! The cakes---my God you should have seen the CAKES---they were 2-3feet tall! Even the cookies were huge, if you spread your fingers out in a large "5" that is the diameter of one cookie. No foolin'. They also had a pickle bar---NOT a "salad bar," but every type of homemade pickle you can imagine, hot, sour, hot AND sour, dill, kosher, sweet, etc...along with a veggie salad, sour tomatoes, sauerkraut, hot and sour peppers, and every kind of homemade bread you can imagine too. VERY cool place. All the food had so much flavor, it was just friggin' amazing. We will defnitely go back there. I told Pete it's a good thing this place is 6 hours AWAY from where we live, or we'd both be bigger than a house, eating there all the time!!
Ah well, it was a fun weekend, but now it's back to the daily grind of working at a job I am not enthused about at all, and finding a roommate to replace me in VA and gathering empty boxes, etc...waiting for the potential new job to come through... everything feels like it's "on hold" right now, stagnating, driving me up the wall. I just want to move on and get this ball rolling. I'm not the most patient human.
The more time I spend with Pete, and the more we talk about everything, and the more understanding we achieve with each other, the more I am realizing (slowly), that I really have NOT been "in love" with Peter. I have loved him, sure, but it's not anything like the love that Pete and I are feeling for each other, not at all. It's a mutual caring, a mutual sharing, a mind-meld even...but all the OTHER stuff, not just the sexual connection, has always been missing with Peter. The DATING stuff, the just spending time together stuff. And it's all this "other" stuff, that I am experiencing now with Pete, and realizing that it's like comparing apples with oranges. Completely different. Peter loves me in his own limited way, sure, but Pete is actually (in Peter's words) "treasuring" me, cherishing me, spoiling me rotten, expressing his devotion and loyalty, it's like he's completely immersed in me...it's so weird.
I mean, it's a NICE weird, but it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I have had a couple vanilla boyfriends who felt that way for a short while, sure, but it wears off after the first couple months. I guess I've just been living under the proverbial rock most of my life. He kind of worships me in some weird way, sort of, and wow if that's anything like being "famous," then I can totally understand how people who ARE famous don't LIKE it after awhile; at least, they don't like all the work that goes with it. I mean, it's a huge responsibility and pressure to live up to the expectations of this guy, ya know? I don't take his adoration lightly, that's for sure. I don't want to disappoint him.
That's all for now. Next weekend is the last visit to Ben, before his trip back to Ghana. I'm going to miss that kid a lot. I really am. We're spending the whole day with him on Saturday and then driving to Philly to visit a brand new dungeon that a friend of ours from camp is now running, (it's cheaper to drive there and stay overnight in the dungeon for the overnight party than to stay in Cape May at a hotel)! So, what the heck. Then Labor Day weekend is the trip to Michigan to meet the parents and friends...
Oh, and the meeting between Pete and Peter is postponed indefinitely.
Bye for now.
Love, Sassy Girl
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