raybear | Addendum to the last post and the Burlesque show.

1) I forgot to also mention meeting and chatting and dancing with

girlfop, another person in Chicago that is friends with seemingly dozens of my friend but we've never officially met. So I'm glad that's out of the way and we can get down to business.

2) More on the topic of kissing Sparky. Nearly a year ago, I unexpectedly bumped into Sparky at IML, who was sporting a fabulous leather collar. I was completely distracted the entire time with the metal ring dangling right off the larynx, and when we parted ways to continue shopping, I immediately regretted not threading my finger through the ring and pulling the collar (and the neck and head) towards my own mouth. Since then, whenever I see Sparky in the collar, I make good on that desire. Saturday was no exception to this new rule of mine. Rawr.

Also, while on the dance floor, Sparky kept the beat quite well. I was pleased and impressed.

3) I learned she only wants me for my pimp juice. I'm onto her. But I didn't mind this a bit when she was dancing with me. Nor do I mind that she really wants to put her feet on my rug -- I might let her touch it.