This time next week, I’ll be in Vegas with SB.
I cannot wait.
When our local kink event was flailing to find a new space after losing the one they had in the past, we started looking around for other options. Kink event in Vegas? Why yes, that sounds good. We signed up – got a room – got plane tickets. And marked it on the calendar.
It is funny to look at the next 7 days in terms of what I need to get done for work and realize that it must also include getting things in place letting people know you won’t be at work. It has been too long since I’ve had to plan for 3 work days away from this place.
Of course, all hell is breaking loose right now, which is just making that date look better and better and better.
I don’t want anyone to think, however, that escaping work is what I’m really looking forward to. That is truly just bonus. I’m looking forward for a little sin (or a lot of sin) in Vegas with SB. Because even if the kink event is a bust, we still have time in the city together. Fuck, it wouldn’t matter where we were if the event was a bust – we’d still have a good time enjoying each other. And that – that is truly where my brain goes when I think about next week – that bright light of debauchery with SB.
Excuse the goofy grin on my face when I think about it.