Well, the weekend is a blur. No, it's not a blur. Actually, I remember the details of it quite exquisitely. If you'd like to read about, ask me for the link to the Sex Blog. It's long and full of dirty words, so read at your own risk.

Mr. Wonderful was back, and he brought a friend. His name is Georgie, and, oddly enough, he comes from Georgie. Not that Georgia, this Georgia. He spent time in Kenya, 3 years in France, and was living in Montreal. So he had this very sexy Georgian/French/Whatever else accent. He was a sweet guy, and we seemed to get along well. I was glad Mr. Wonderful made a friend to bitch about work with.

So, we went to a strip club Saturday night. MW got a lapdance from his archetypal wet dream fantasy, and Georgie got a lapdance from a raven-haired beauty in leather lingerie. Me? I had lots, and lots, and lots, of amazing, magical, out of this world, indescribable sex (though, if you do want to hear my clumsy description, see sex blog).

But, its back to reality again. Four more days until we meet again, this time for the Big Concert.