Huge weekend update...

A huge weekend update, straight off the Jornada, mostly as it happened. Mostly behind the LJ cuts...

Thursday- the plane leaves at 2.45, so I figure I have a few hours to kill. ( Car shopping it is- more BMW's )

I called Rick, expecting him to be still at work- he likes to be late to airports, remember how he missed his last flight? Anyway, he answers and its suspiciously quiet in the background- the bastard is already at the airport, showing me up. Luckily I'm driving Mo's 3-series of doom, and get there in record time. And still with all 4 green service lights showing. *grin*

Later that day, following a regular check-in...

So now I'm on the airplane. the couple in front are BLOND as BLOND can be- the air hostess asked the lady to turn off her cellphone as we were about to take off, and she said "ok, after I finish this call". Now they're ordering a shandy and a wine cooler. So classy. Mind you, I'm about to have a gin and tonic so I'm no better.

And I'm getting way excited about seeing Mo real soon.

Ok, now the ugly hags in front of us are playing with the attendant call button. There's a family with 4 schoolkids up front who are less juvenile. I mean, these guys are old, wrinkled, and balding. Including the lady. Especially the lady. I feel like saying, "Excuse me, there's only so much oxygen on this flight, and you're wasting it."
The third guy in front is kinda cute, except he has a fauxhawk. And I need to lay off the gin and tonics, as im gettin REAL bitchy ;-)

Once we landed I texted Morris to say we were here -he replied "Ok, im leaving now, see you in 30 minutes" A couple of indignant messages from Rick and I later, and Mo replies "Of COURSE I'm here, I got here at 3!"
Aww..
Big hugs and kisses in the terminal from both of us, and Growler is chirpy and happy again :-) Back at the hotel we had a wee disco nap, Morris ended up sleeping in the middle where he got snuggled half to death. Nice snuggly Morris. I kept waking up just to enjoy sleeping beside both my boys again :-)

( Bears Night was fun... )

Saturday we had breakfast at GoGo lounge, yummy bacon and egg buns, and then off to the beach with a couple of friends while Rick went shopping at Paddy's market, and later we went shopping for rubber toys ;-)
Sunday morning we took Mo back to the airport, he was all sleepy and huggy and couldn't wait to get back home- sometimes he's just too cute for words. Rick and I dropped him off and went back to sleep. We had a neat phone call from morris once he was back in NZ- apparently the wee customs officer manning the x-ray machine asked what was in Mo's bag. "Christmas lights" says Mo. "No, whats this big thing here?" he says, pointing at the screen. "Oh that! Thats a dildo. A plastic cock." says Morris, loudly. Cue one very embarrassed (and, I imagine, quite horrified) customs man waving Mo through quickly...

J-lube. I'd heard about this legendary substance but didnt believe it until I bought a pack today, put a tablespoonful into the kitchen sink, and ended up with a gallon of lube. Literally. This stuff is insanely slippery and stringy, you could have SO much evil fun with it. Cant wait to get it home and show Morris how it works ;-)

Its taken a while...

While in Sydney I finally caught up with Tony. Tony is Dean, my ex's, best friend, and a complete spunk, but being family we never played together. Which makes about 7 years of foreplay.

He came round to the hotel room on Sunday, just after Rick had gone out, intending to take me to lunch, but we barely made it to the bedroom. I opened the door, Tony said "Hi," and I pounced. To my delight his new job as a landscaper has made him even spunkier than I remember, and he's got a couple of new tattoos. Major woofage. We wrecked one of the bedrooms, used all the towels, and probably scared a fair few people in the apartments opposite the hotel. What a great way to spend an afternoon.

Lunch was well overdue by the time we'd finished, and Rick was wondering if it was safe to come back to the hotel (answer: No, because Tony thinks Rick's incredibly sexy too and would do rude things to him, and to Morris, if given the chance. The chance will be arranged, I think ;-)) We grabbed a bite to eat and met Rick and his date as they were making their way back to the hotel, then Tony and I went out drinking.

Tony and I were evil, EVIL I say. We did a mini pub-crawl from the Oxford to Manacle to Midninght shift, where we tormented this poor horny wee cub, telling him all the details of our sordid afternoon and how we were about to go back to the hotel room. Without him. We even went as far as to leave- and then phoned him from the street outside to say "cmon then"
One happy, skippy, horny dirty cub later... and Growler gets home at 2am again.

Getting up at 5am this morning was NOT fun...