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growler_southSometime during the night my brain was stolen and replaced with a giant lump of soggy cotton wool. Damn brain thieves! leave my cranium alone!
Now a poem:
What are little Boofs made of?
Moans and wails
and puppy-dog tails
Thats what slutty Boofs are made of...
(Not that I was any better, I'm informed by a reliable source that I, too, became quite piggy last night. Of course I deny everything.)
Beyond party was awesome- sleazy and dirty and very, very friendly. The music was a bit flat- the main floor was very industrial, way too hardcore for most people there (except for one DJ who played lots of '80s remixes) and then the smaller dance floor was almost 'chill out', I got the distinct impression the DJ was playing to the back room more than the crowd on the dance floor. The DJ, however, was hot- a cute wee bear, harness and cuddly belly... woof!!
I kept recognising people I didnt know, going up to them and starting to chat, then realising halfway through that this was not, in fact, my friend but a complete stranger. "FIVE TIMES!" says Boof However I almost always managed to extract myself gracefully.
From phone calls and rumours today it seems that you cant lead a Boof round on a leash without everyone presuming you're married. It was definitely fun at the time and, strangely enough at a leather party, got some puzzled and shocked looks. Mostly from people who knew Boof and think he's primarily a top. HA HA!!
We got home around 4am, and got to sleep around 11am. Boof was so cute, he fell asleep with a dildo up his butt. I didnt have the heart to wake him, and I didnt have the presence of mind to take a photo either. The room was, and still is, a complete mess. Imagine the dumpster out the back of a gay porn studio, then empty the contents into a suburban bedroom. Yikes.
Now a poem:
What are little Boofs made of?
Moans and wails
and puppy-dog tails
Thats what slutty Boofs are made of...
(Not that I was any better, I'm informed by a reliable source that I, too, became quite piggy last night. Of course I deny everything.)
Beyond party was awesome- sleazy and dirty and very, very friendly. The music was a bit flat- the main floor was very industrial, way too hardcore for most people there (except for one DJ who played lots of '80s remixes) and then the smaller dance floor was almost 'chill out', I got the distinct impression the DJ was playing to the back room more than the crowd on the dance floor. The DJ, however, was hot- a cute wee bear, harness and cuddly belly... woof!!
I kept recognising people I didnt know, going up to them and starting to chat, then realising halfway through that this was not, in fact, my friend but a complete stranger. "FIVE TIMES!" says Boof However I almost always managed to extract myself gracefully.
From phone calls and rumours today it seems that you cant lead a Boof round on a leash without everyone presuming you're married. It was definitely fun at the time and, strangely enough at a leather party, got some puzzled and shocked looks. Mostly from people who knew Boof and think he's primarily a top. HA HA!!
We got home around 4am, and got to sleep around 11am. Boof was so cute, he fell asleep with a dildo up his butt. I didnt have the heart to wake him, and I didnt have the presence of mind to take a photo either. The room was, and still is, a complete mess. Imagine the dumpster out the back of a gay porn studio, then empty the contents into a suburban bedroom. Yikes.
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Date: 2005-04-26 09:27 am (UTC)Beyond was pretty good, but the music let it down. Avoid, Will Robinson, Avoid!!
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Date: 2005-04-26 04:35 pm (UTC)This may surprise you - but I've never been in a place that had a "back room" such as you describe. Such places just don't exist in California, as far as I can tell. If they did, it was before my time.