Top 'o the Noggin to Ya

I've had a headache for two weeks now.  First I thought it was my period, then I thought it was the heat, then I thought it was muscle tension.  The first one was easy to rule out after a week, the second one was ruled out when I got to sit in air conditioning here and there.  Jury's still out on the third one.  If I get a two hour massage with a happy ending and I still have a headache, it's definitely a brain tumor and I give me two months to live.   Advil liquigels take a bite out of it, and someone gave me some Excedrin that was nice, but I really hate taking pills all the time and this shit ain't right anyway.  It's not a migraine, but the pain is intense enough to be nauseating at times. 

We had houseguests at the house over Thunder.  Robin made me some peanut butter cookies.  She and Robert and I stood around the kitchen eating them fresh out of the oven.  So hot and gooey and wonderful!   Bigger crumbs than were absolutely necessary fell on the floor where the dogs could get them and Banzai decided that peanut butter cookies were the shiznit.   We left the cookie trays cooling on top of the stove and - fools!  blind, arrogant, trusting fools! - walked away.  I heard a noise a bit later and realized it was coming from the kitchen,  With my supabitch powers I deduced the obvious and rushed in.  He didn't even take his paws off the stove.  He turned to me and said, clear as day, "ZOMG These are ossim!" and turned back to finish the first sheet.  He was miffed as hell when I told him to get down and told him he was bad.  What was my problem?  I'd had one.  I knew how good they were.  Why was I giving him grief?   He was not one bit sorry. 

Thunder was pretty good.  It always is.  I got a Victor Tella tomcat (combo flogger/singletail) for an early birthday present from J.   I got a nifty antler/bone slapper thingy from Native American Exotics.  It's stingy, thuddy and slappy all at once.   Sherry Fox and Foxy make all the NAE stuff themselves and are well known in pony play circles.  They were in the dungeon Saturday night and she had on a whole black vinyl pony girl ensemble I'd never seen her in before.  She looked amazing and she does the prettiest pony tricks.   She won the IPPC contest last year, early September.  I was voting heavily in favor of shiny and there was someone shinier than her last year, but she blew them out of the water with all her fancy tricks.  And her tits, which are truly spectacular.  I'm a bad, bad judge.  Since I was aware of that about myself when I was asked to be the sole judge, I asked a few more people to co-judge with me so the shiny/tits bias would be maybe balanced out with actual merit.  She and Foxy won fair and square by a landslide.  

Working the dungeon crew really wears me out.  I read a lot and spend a lot of time on the computer and don't get a whole lot of aerobic activity on a daily basis, so going from sloth to 10 hours of heavy physical labor on three hours of sleep is a bad way to start a very busy weekend.  I do this every year.  You'd think I'd learn and maybe get onto a less physically-intensive crew, but I love the dungeon build crew.  I just have to figure out a better way to prepare myself.  Maybe I should do a dungeon build training month before Thunder.  I have no idea what that would look like, but computer games and biographies of serial killers would probably not be part of it.  Taking vitamins and altering my sleep schedule would probably be achievable and there's a remote possibility I could do something involving sweat and panting for an hour a day, too.  I know it's crazy talk, but I'll think about it long and hard before leaping in.

I bought some 6" needles in 18 and 21 ga from Prophett's Toy Bag.  I got a few extra staple removers and some other stuff, too.  He's always got something I want to buy.  I also got some leather dye daubers from Rainbow Rope's booth.  They didn't have them out on display but I figured they'd have them tucked away somewhere and sure enough, they did.  They make excellent small fire wands.  They were much cheaper this time than when I bought them a year ago, so I bought 20.  My first two are sad little cinders on the end of sticks and I felt they deserved a dignified retirement IN THE TRASH.   

I didn't do any really extensive scenes this year, but the ones I did were fun.  The only one I'd really planned out to any extent was on Friday night and that was because a troupe of clowns needed a straight man:  me.  They needed someone who could be doing a scene nearby that they could rudely interrupt and have me get all mad at them and chase them around so there'd be a big clowny ruckus.   Their whole group (9 people?) fit into one play station around the dome and they were using bananas and corn on the cob and ... you know.  It was very clowny.  They were doing bondage and humiliation and clown fetish and ruffling the feathers of the pompous and all that. 

For my part, I got a lovely bottom to agree to having her fire play scene with me interrupted.  The clowns agreed to let us get at least 15 minutes of play time in so that the bottom could have some fun before it all came crashing to a halt.  I'd actually lost track of time when a clown with bare arms and a huge red wig came over with a bottle of room-temp water in a seltzer bottle came over and squirted out the flames.  Luckily for me, and for the first time in my life, I just happened to have a foil pietin full of whipped cream tucked under the chair at our play station.  I chased the clown down, over to deep clown territory, and smooshed him right in the kisser with the cream pie.  Huge cheers from the crowd.  Winnah!  Woo!  The tarp that was conveniently placed on the floor almost as if that part had been planned out caught all the drippy goo. 

And then I went back to my fire bottom and all the bottoms that were asking if they could pretty please be next and a lovely woman from Wyoming who got a mini lesson on her husband. 

So that was Friday night.

The next day, I missed the first two sets of classes because I needed sleep.  I really wanted to go to the female urethral play thingy, but just couldn't get there in time.   I did make it to the How to Present a Seminar seminar, which was very helpful.   We sat in the restaurant beforehand having a snack and the event owner came up and asked wtf the deal was with the clowns the night before.  He'd never seen anything like that in a dungeon.  I gave him my understanding of wtf the deal is with clowns in a dungeon and he was grinning and shaking his head.  Some of the clowns, out of makeup, came by a few minutes later and I was able to introduce them so he could get the straight scoop directly from the circus freaks. 

I went to Fifth Angel's "Breaking the Mold" class.  He got into a clown suit for part of that.  The way he did clowning was sinister and silly and loving and a bit evil.  A friend in the audience was invited up to perform a card trick that served as mindfuck for the bottom. 

Bah.  I gotta get my butt in gear and get to the dungeon.  More later.  I still have to talk about Saturday night's play party, Sunday's class that I almost stayed awake through and the after party. 

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