Half a weekend.

Up late. Mid weekend.
Just been for drinkies at the Slox. Trying cocktails recommended by the best barman in town, (I think I have to say that, because I got table service *dances a jig*). I like the kind of flatmate that can mix a mean drink.
Walked up Enmore Rd, into the blustery wind, perving on the baby-goths roaming the streets for Festival of the Blue Moon thingy. Felt a bit old really, amongst all these young-uns. Heard myself being a granny; wondering aloud why they aren't all tucked up in bed.

Today was a social butterfly day. Afternoon spent running into people. Visiting Mr M's non-bio family for a school fete and pub-going. Coffee in a cafe with a certain bug-eyed photographer bear. Chatty chatty to folks in the street.

Last night I dropped into the Slit mag launch ( www.slit.cat.org.au/ ) and found soooo many of my favourite people there. And a few folks I'd not seen for ages. The photoshoot that Mr M and I had helped Miss Z with, wasn't the one of her that had got in. Oh well.
Missed Miss L's performance too because of waiting nearly half a hour for a cab *sighs*.

I'd left the house with a pretty speedy dressup session. Which I think makes all the difference to wearing something stunning. If I have more time, I tend to downgrade the costume. I wore my red super-buckle heels, long black tulle skirt, red damask under-bust corset, white see-through blouse, a red felt fascinator I made with the addition of lots and lots of pearls. I also put on 2 pearl necklaces and a bracelet and a smidge of makeup. Lots of compliments made me happy. I felt good.
Mr M wore his "Who's your Daddy?" shirt and yummy leather braces. *squirms*.

At Hellfire, our Kissing & Spanking Booth went really well. We made some good money for supporting Bi community groups, and had a bit of fun too. So many newbies who hadn't had spankings or croppings before. Virgin bums.
People mostly wanted spankings. Only a couple of kisses were bought, mostly people I know. One charity case for my favourite butch. One young bearded uniformed bloke who said afterwards "you're such a tart". I looked up at him coquettishly, batted my eyelids and said "Well, yes I am" (while thinking "Well, duh! This is a Kissing booth!"). Another lassie I know paid for a lovely snog and grope. The grope wasn't listed on the official 'menu', but she's a fun lass to hang out with.
Oddest part of the evening? Well, that would be the fellow who gave me some $ to flog someone, who then also gave me some $. Neither of them were with our group. I think they assumed each other was? I dunno. But I kept the $ 'cos they disappeared in opposite directions very soon afterwards, and I then figured it could be classed as a 'facilitation' fee *shrugs*.

Tired afterwards. Didn't have much to drink, so not too seedy today.
Did a huge amount of spanking. My hands aren't bruised today, but my knuckles are very sore and stiff. Though that could be the effect of the cold, damp weather? *double ouch*

Must get some sleep now. Can't get Mr M out of my head though. I send him hugs and kisses across the city, through the cold, wet night.