TL lives in the area while Sasha drove into town last minute. She had been working like crazy for the last few weeks and decided she needed to blow off some steam. I had not planned on playing over the weekend given how crappy I had felt all week. But as Friday progressed, the better I felt. I guess it took 3 full days of antibiotics to get me to that point.
Garbanzo and I dressed up for the reception. I was dressed in a long sleeve dress (the one I showed the picture of a week or so ago), my knee high boots, my over the knee socks and bra. I had been wearing a thong until Garbanzo removed it in the parking lot of the country club my brother works at. He decided I did
not need it.
When we got to the hotel, we found they were on the bed relaxing. Central Oregon actually has winter, so Sasha had been warming up. They also had found the Alien marathon on TV and were watching it. The movie also served as some background noise to hopefully cover up some of the noises later on.
What really happened was it presented TL and Garbanzo with a challenge. Both love that movie. And both were on a bed with two naked women who were giving them lots of attention as well as providing attention to each other giving the men something more interesting to watch.
And, how did they handle this situation? Sasha and I caught them both at least once glancing at the movie. They both claim they were not watching the movie, that it wasn’t what it seemed. Yeah, we didn’t let them live it down.
But, what was the greatest swapping foul? The crackberry, I mean, Blackberry. TL kept getting calls, text messages, and IMs while everything was going on. He did a great job ignoring it…..or so I thought.
He had gone to the bathroom, and the three of us resumed our fun. I believe Sasha was the center of attention at the time. I realized a few minutes later, he had not returned to us. I found him instead, sitting on the floor returning a text message.
“What are you doing??”
“My friend keeps texting me because of a message Sasha had sent, so I was just sending her something back quick.”
“You are texting?!”
“Well, I, uh…”
“Didn’t you just give Garbanzo shit because you thought he was watching the movie? I think this is worse.”
To his credit TL put the phone down and rejoined us.
But, his blackberry kept going off. While we were recovering, I was more accepting of him checking it. Turns out that an unexpected win of the University of Oregon game on Saturday changed some plans – so he was trying to get that communicated. I understand what he was trying to do and that it was set it in motion before we arrived.
That didn’t stop me, however, from giving him shit about it.