Stiletto Diaries

I really, really want to write about my weekend at Forbidden, but it feels like my thoughts are scattered and disjointed.  The entire experience was so surreal…so intense, on so many levels.  It was pleasure and pain and wonder and distress, all wrapped up into a scant 41 hours.

Before I begin, let me say to Red, that you were right.  I was a stupid, stupid girl for not ending it immediately on Tuesday night when I had the opportunity.

A lot of things that happened at the camp will stay private, because there is a certain understanding that what happens in the kinky circles, stays in the kinky circles.

I will tell you, however, that Varick and I did not get along well during the time we were there.  Sadly, I think that we had already decided that we’d had enough of each other, but for some ridiculous reason decided to suffer through the weekend pretending to be together.  It made things uncomfortable for both of us, and aside from a brief 45 minutes of play, we didn’t connect at all.

Friday evening, after setting up and making the rounds to say hello, I retired to bed early while he sat around a fire elsewhere.  At around 2:00am he crawled into bed and I let him cuddle against me to warm up.  I asked him how he wanted his eggs in the morning, and then we fell asleep.

I tend to be a naturally early riser (and I’m also a serious night owl, which is confusing, LOL) so I woke up around 7:30 Saturday morning.  I slithered out of bed and pulled on a bit of clothing and slipped out into the morning sun to use the bathroom and make some coffee.  There were people walking around in the nude already and even though I was barely wearing anything I chuckled to myself about feeling ‘over dressed’.

With Old Crow Medicine Show playing on the little speakers I bought for my iPod, I put water on for coffee and started rounding up breakfast.  It was a gorgeous morning, and I LOVE cooking outside while camping.  It’s one of my favorite things about being out in the woods.

Varick surfaced, wearing only his jeans and runners.  He went to the bathroom and then returned, at which point I told him to go back to bed and that I would call him when breakfast was ready.  He remarked on the music I was playing (apparently he is not a fan) and I replied that if he was the one up first, cooking breakfast, then he could pick the music.

He went back inside the tent and I finished the eggs and sausage and poured him a glass of orange juice.  I wanted the day to go well, so I took him breakfast in bed (a pleasure he’d never received before).  He was at least polite and thanked me for cooking.  We ate and then he got dressed while I cleaned up.

After wandering around and saying hello to people we knew, we ended up at Deja’s camp site for a good part of the morning.  I could tell that something was off with Varick.  While I was making my best effort to keep things as ‘normal’ as possible, he acted as though he didn’t want to be within ten feet of me.  I don’t think that anyone picked up on it, aside from me, but it was hurtful and irritating.

There was a Booze Cruise happening early in the afternoon, hosted by a bunch of the seasonal campers.  Basically anyone who wanted to participate followed the host, who led us from site to site, and at each there was free drinks and food.  I hadn’t planned to drink, since I hoped to play and generally the two don’t mix well.  However, I didn’t see much action in my near future, so I went with Deja and we hit a few of the stops.  It had been a while since breakfast and I drank six shots at one stop (no one wanted theirs because it was WAY strong) so I was feeling lightheaded almost immediately.

I had a great time on the Booze Cruise, and made some new friends along the way.  At some point I had to cut myself off however, before I was totally wasted and therefore useless for the rest of the evening.

Varick and I headed back to our site around supper time to make something to eat.  We ate and then I went into the tent for something (I can’t recall exactly what it was) and he followed me.  Perhaps he was making an effort to dispel the weirdness between us, but we played for a while, unexpectedly really.  It was certainly the most intense scene we’d ever had, in terms of both his choice of implements and how hard he used them on me.

He caned me and paddled me and used the crop and that horrid wheel.  I still have an impressive collection of bruises and cane stripes across my ass and thighs, and I don’t bruise easily.  I wanted him to hit me harder, but he’s still too nervous about hurting the person he is beating on.

When he was finished he wrapped me up in a blanket and held me for a while.  It was certainly the most intimate moment of the weekend, but I could tell that he was still very distant.  Really, it didn’t matter much, I got what I wanted for the most part.

There was drumming at Deja’s camp as the sun went down.  I had thought of bringing my drum and then opted not to, and man was I kicking myself.  On the bright side, there were a couple of massage tables set up, and the submissives were taking turns being drummed on.

I got my turn, although I felt uncomfortable at the idea of getting completely naked in front of no less than 30 people.  Despite my reservations, I stepped out of my comfort zone, slipped out of my tiny skirt and tank top and layed down on my front on the table.

Three people used canes to drum on the length of my body.  My ass was still very sore from the earlier beating, a fact that a particular Dom friend of mine used to his advantage, making me yelp several times with particularly enthusiastic drumming.  It was an amazing experience, being nude in the firelight while people pounded out music on an assortment of instruments, including my skin.

When they were done with me I got dressed and sat down beside Varick again.  He seemed tired, so I suggested he head to bed, which he did, even though it was only 10:00pm.

Some time later I found myself naked on the table again, this time on my back.  Deja and that nice Dom were pouring hot wax onto my flesh while I moaned and wriggled.  There was wax from my neck to my toes and everywhere in between.  The heat wasn’t enough to burn, but it felt like liquid fire when they dripped generous amounts over my breasts and pussy.

278. Have hot wax poured on my naked body

Once I was sufficiently covered, the Dom picked up his long dagger and proceeded to drag the tip over my skin.  I shuddered and did my best to keep still while the blade slipped over my flesh, scrapping the wax away from my body.

When he slipped it between my legs and up between my pussy lips I was panting so hard I thought I might hyperventilate.  Then he rested the tip on my clit and wiggled it, and I wanted to turn myself inside out.  He nearly made me cum with his knife, which in itself was incredible.

291. Experience knife play

When it was done, Deja covered me with a blanket, and I layed there looking up at the stars through the leaves of the trees.  The fire crackled behind me while I processed what had just occurred.  All that was missing was someone to take me in their arms while my head swam with endorphins.  I missed Jack intensely in that moment.  I wished with all my being that I had gone to Forbidden with anyone but Varick.

Only when I was certain I could stand on my own did I sit up and slip off the table, still wrapped in Varick’s blanket (which he’d left with me before going to bed).  I sat down by the fire, naked and covered in bits of wax and baby oil (they put that on first to make it easier for the wax to be removed after) and listened to the conversation around me.  I felt…peaceful, but alone.  It was strange, but a good experience overall.

Later I went back to my tent and stood in the moonlight completely nude.  I rinsed myself off as well as I could, and then went inside to put on some warmer clothing.  Varick woke some and asked me how I was doing.  I replied that I was good while I slipped into my jeans and a hoodie.  I told him to go back to sleep while I zipped the door closed behind me.

Deja suggested we got for a quick swim before they closed the pool.  I hadn’t brought a suit, but everyone was going naked anyway, so we stripped off and took a quick dip.  We didn’t linger too long, since it was nearly 1:00am and the water was rapidly cooling off.

66. Skinny dip in the dark

I dried myself off and bid Deja a good night before going to bed myself.  There was no cuddling that night, Varick stayed on his side of the bed and I stayed on mine.

When I woke the next day the first order of business was coffee, and the second was writing Varick a letter about how I felt.  I wasn’t sure that I would give it to him, but I needed to do something to get it all out.  I tucked it away before he got out of bed, glad to have at least organized my thoughts somewhat.

We ate a light breakfast and then did a little visiting.  I felt hungover, although I had been sober long before I went to bed.  I think it was exhaustion from all the play the day before, and I was emotionally raw and overwhelmed.

He helped me pack everything up and we left an hour earlier than planned because I just wanted to get home and be with Jack.

During the first half of the ride it was uncomfortably quiet.  Finally I couldn’t stand it and just asked him point blank if he still wanted to be together.  He admitted that he didn’t, and that he couldn’t meet my relationship requirements.  I said that it was better this way, and that clearly we were not right for each other.  I wished out loud that he had said something before the weekend, to which he replied that he ‘just wanted us to have a nice weekend together’.

“Well, it WASN’T” I stated flatly.  I felt like telling him that I could think of at least half a dozen people offhand that I would have rather spent the time with, but it’s just as much my fault for not writing him off last week when I had the chance.

“I hope things aren’t awkward” he mentioned “since we will probably see a lot of each other”.

“We’re adults Varick, I am sure we can handle it” I replied.  It’s somewhat unfortunate that we have so many mutual friends in the community, but as I said, we can handle it.  Or at least I can, we shall see about him.

I dropped him off at his place and we hugged uncomfortably before saying goodbye.  I drove towards home, and I cried bitterly because even though I shouldn’t feel replaced, I do.  I also felt rejected, even though I had initiated the sequence of events on Tuesday.  I was angry that I had spent even ONE moment of the weekend feeling awkward over him.

Jack and V and the kids were out, and I didn’t want to be alone just then, so I went to Nia’s.  She hugged me and listened while I explained what had happened.  We talked about communication and how irritating it is when other people don’t seem to get it.  I had wanted to give him the opportunity to prove that he wanted what I wanted, and instead he made up his mind that it was over and then drug it out through our time together.

When I got home I packed some things inside, put away groceries, cleaned the cooler, and then had a long shower.  Jack and V and the kids arrived shortly after I finished, and we had supper together before putting kids to bed and then renting Shortbus.  If you haven’t seen it, and you are into sexually explicit drama/comedies, it’s worth seeing.  I really enjoyed it.

Eventually it was just Jack and I in bed together.  I cried some more, and then we fucked.  It was rough and hard and exactly what I needed.  When I eventually orgasmed, with his hand cupped firmly over my pussy, I wept again from the intensity of it.  I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.

Afterwards Jack and I cuddled and I thanked every diety I know for what I have with him.  I often question why I struggle through these extra relationships when I don’t have to.  Why do I subject myself to the upset and the potential for pain when I could stay home and be with someone who will love me forever?

I am addicted to the good parts I suppose.  The payoff can be beautiful, and because each time I make a connection with someone I learn something new about myself and about the world.

Finding the value in all things is vital to survival.  I am glad for what I learned from Varick.  I gained some personal clarity regarding the sort of relationships I am interested in, and I think it will be a great while before I get tangled up with someone so immature and inexperienced.  As Jack said to me last night, while he held me so tight and lovingly touched my black and blue rear end, I need to stop looking for a ‘project’ and start demanding partners who already have their shit together and know who they are and what they want.

Even though it really is better that we’ve ended things, I am still mourning the loss of a regular play partner.  It was lovely to be able to indulge that part of myself and experience some things I had been wanting to try.  I hope it won’t be too long before I have the opportunity again.

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My baby girl was released from hospital this afternoon, much to our joy.

Coming home was a bit odd.  I’d been so focused on her the past couple of days, spending all but a few hours in the hospital with her, when we finally got home I just felt anxious.  Not about her health, since she’s on the mend, which makes me incredibly happy because it could have been worse.  It was more like being unsure what to do with myself now that she did not require my constant attention.

I sat down with my drum for a while while Jack took her upstairs to nap.  There’s something cathartic about loosing yourself in the rhythmic motion and sounds of drumming.  The worries and anxiety seemed to drain away, absorbed by the simple yet primal music I was able to create, all on my own.  It felt really good, since I’d found myself missing my drum while I was in the hospital.  I think discovering drumming has allowed me to connect with something inside myself that I hadn’t uncovered before.

I hadn’t been certain I’d be able to attend the kink munch tonight, but Jack encouraged me to get out for a bit.  Even though it had only been a couple of days, I felt so disconnected from my life, it was a relief to get out and be amongst people who were not wearing scrubs.

Varick was planning on being there and as I drove to the meeting place, I wondered to myself how he would act towards me in public.  Now I certainly do not harbour any illusions that we are a couple or even ‘dating’ per sae, but I also do not tolerate having someone I’m sleeping with completely snub me or pretend otherwise in public.

He was already there when I arrived, and after hugging and greeting the others whom I was familiar with, I arrived at him and he stood to hug me.  As we hugged a conversation was started with someone next to us, and still he kept his arm around me, and not just casually, but tightly, while we had a discussion with this other person.  That was a good sign, although he’d not kissed me and generally he always kisses me when we see each other.

I sat down next to him and his body language was positive and affectionate.  He leaned his head against me, and kissed me several times.  People certainly seemed to get the impression that are ‘together’ in some capacity, as remarks were made about asking his permission to play with me.  He and I looked at each other with a mix of uncertainty and amusement.  There has been no formal establishment of what we are in regards to the BDSM community.  Play partners certainly, but is he my Dom?  Am I his sub?  Who even knows.  I think that incident will be an excellent way to bring this up in the near future, just so that we both feel like we’re on the same page.  Would he appreciate me asking before playing with anyone else, just to be considerate?  Do I expect him to do the same?  Certainly I don’t feel the need for him to ask or inform me of his play with other people, unless it could possibly effect our current arrangement, or the status of our sexual health.  If he has unprotected sex with another woman, I’d like to know that information so that I am better able to make informed decisions about my own involvement with him.

Really I am not making a bit ‘to do’ about this, or feeling anxious, it just presented an interesting question that neither of us had given much thought to (obviously) and something that I feel is worth discussing, even in the context of teaching him more about the nature of kink relationships.

The munch was great fun, and it was nice to see Deja and some other friendly acquaintances.  Varick and I discussed the possibility of going to a kinky camping weekend in August together.  The fact that he seemed keen on making such plans with me leads me to believe that he sees this arrangement as continuing on for at least the next little while, which is quite pleasing.  I just love camping, and the site that hosts this particular event is actual a camp ground specifically for gay males.  The weekend is described as a ‘pansexual event’ which can only mean loads of good things as far as I am concerned.  Varick whispered a few interesting ideas in my ear, most of which included various types of bondage to trees and what he would like to do to me once I was secured out of doors at his disposal.

He and I also made plans to go shopping together very soon for leather gear, since he would very much like a pair of leather boots, and leather anything does it for me.  I think I’ve got him convinced that a pair or leather pants would indeed be a wise purchase on his part as well.  The vision of him wearing them is enough to make my girl bits tingle.  Certainly I am looking forward to this shopping trip.

After we said our goodbyes with a prolonged kiss outside, I headed over to Nia’s for a quick visit and a run to Starbucks.  It was nice to hang out with her some before she leaves this weekend for another part of the province to house sit for her family.  We’re not going to see each other much between now and August due to a lot of craziness in our respective schedules.

I can’t wait for this weekend to really let loose and party with Padme :)  We’ve been counting down forever and now it’s just a day and a half away!!!

Jack is waiting for me in bed so I’m going to hurry up and publish this so I can join him.  Thanks again for the comments and notes I received in regards to our little one.  They gave me lots to smile about when I came home today to check my e-mail

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So much awesome packed into so little weekend.

You know, generally I spend weekends without Jack moping about, feeling lonely and forlorn.  This time, however, a great time was had by the kids and myself, and I feel really great about that.  Particularly for them, because they miss their dad, and I’m glad I could keep them busy during the time he was away.

On Friday evening Varick arrived about an hour after I’d cajoled the young ones into bed for the night.  For some reason I was intensely nervous about having him over, although excited at the same time.  Padme kept me company on MSN while I had a gin and lemonade and waited.  She certainly wasn’t helping my nerves, teasing me quite a few times about him coming over and what was going to happen.  She’s a brat that one

When finally he was upon my doorstep I wished her a good night and logged off.  I showed him in and he complimented me on the house and how nice it is.  If he was nervous he certainly didn’t show it, pulling me to him for a long, eager kiss.

I was feeling sweaty and sticky from the humidity, and all the running around I’d done that day, so I told him I wanted to have a shower.  He accompanied me upstairs to our bathroom, marveling over the house the entire way.  I stripped down and turned on the water.  There is a huge mirror over the double sinks in our bathroom, and perhaps he’d noticed me glance at myself and then look away, but he practically commanded me to turn around and take a good long look while he stood behind me, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck.  Now, I’ve really worked hard when it comes to my body issues, but they seem to creep in on me, particularly when I’m with someone new.  I can’t say if he picked up on it and was just trying to make a point (he also commented on how hot I looked while he forced me to stare at myself in the mirror) or if he just assumed I enjoy my own reflection, particularly when there is an attractive young man groping me from behind.  Either way it was an interesting couple of moments before he released me and gave me a smack on the butt while I got in the shower.

Feeling much cleaner and cooler afterwards, we sat down on the tantra chair together, him resting in the crook and me straddling his legs while perched on the small hump.  We kissed and talked and were playful with each other for a while.  He told me about this other woman that he’s interested in, and I made sure to be encouraging, particularly when he remarked that Deja had seemed displeased at the idea of him playing with anyone else.  Gods love her for being so protective of me.

I told him that I would talk to Deja so that she understood that there is no need for her to play guard dog on my behalf.  I don’t mind Varick playing the field as it were, and actually I prefer that he avoid wanting to settle down any time soon and that would not bode well for he and I.

Later, after I’d turned him to mush with my fingers and hands, we laid together, talking softly, twined around each other like strands of barbed wire.  We both require vast amounts of cuddling, a mutual need that I’m quite pleased exists because we spend an awful lot of time very close to each other, which certainly strengthens this little bond I’m fostering between us.

When I finally revealed that I care about him a great deal he smiled and said “Well, just don’t fall in love with me.”

“Oh?  Would that really be so horrible?” I asked, nudging his nose with mine.  “It could happen you know.”

“It happens to me all the time” he said, and his eyes were laughing now, so I bit him on the chin.

Yeah we have this thing where I bite his chin all the time and he bites my nose.  We are weird.

Varick isn’t particularly good at verbally expressing himself, but his tone and his touch told me everything I needed to know in that moment.  We both know this isn’t going to last forever, but he’s ok with me having feelings for him, and I’m at peace with the fact that what we have is really beautiful in the now, and I’m just going to enjoy it for what it is and not stress about tomorrow or next week (more on that to come).

We talked about poly a little bit, and I wasn’t at all surprised to learn that he’s not sure he could manage it outside of our current context.  He doesn’t think that he could share if he was in a serious relationship with a woman (a woman that didn’t come as part of a set like I do, LOL) but I think most people think the same way when they really don’t know any different.  Poly isn’t a concept he had heard of before, nor is he terribly familiar with how it all works.  I’m thinking that when he’s done with the two current books I’ve loaned him, I’ll be passing him my copy of The Ethical Slut, if only to expand his mind a little more in the way of alternative relationships.

Eventually talking and cuddling led to more lascivious things and I found myself once again writhing with exquisite pleasure while his hand was inside of me.  He seems to have taken to this fisting business like a duck to water, and I was quite certain I was about to make quite a mess all over him when I came, but I think the ability to squirt just isn’t possible for me just yet.  Certainly I can’t complain about the incredible orgasm that rippled through me moments later, leaving me panting and light headed.

He’d been stroking his cock while he’d been down there between my legs, and while I was still twitching from the after shocks of my climax, he knelt up and ejaculated all over my quivering body.  He almost hit me in the face, but fell about an inch short.

After we got cleaned up, we snuggled a little longer before he had to call it a night.  He had to work the next day after all.  He promised he would come back the following evening, and hopefully he’d have a chance to nap after work so that he could survive another night with me

I felt great when I woke up yesterday morning, since the kids had allowed me to sleep in for an hour, and I’d managed to get just the right amount of sleep.  We decided to go to the lake after breakfast and spend the morning playing in the sand and basking in the gorgeous weather.  I rounded up our beach towels, the sun block, bottled water, and a pail with shovels, and off we went.

Unknown to me, the beach we’d planned to go to was hosting dragon boat races.  It was no matter, since it wasn’t crowded, and they were playing music from the commentators tent, which was actually very enjoyable.

The kids were beside themselves with excitement.  I set up towels and parked myself in a sunny spot near the water while they ventured out a short ways into the lake.  I took some photos with my phone and sent them to Jack, telling him that we missed him and wished he was with us.  Sometimes my sappiness is almost nauseating, as I wrote “I <3 U” in the sand with a stick, snapped a picture, and sent it to his cell phone.

 We spent a couple of hours constructing and destroying sand castles, digging moats and filling them with water, and splashing in the waves.  Then it was time to go home and have some lunch and see what else we could get up to for the afternoon.

I decided to give Nia a call and see if she wanted to go on an unplanned adventure with me to pick up a drum from Tribal Thunder, since a drum circle practice is planned for today and I really wanted to be able to participate.  Naturally she agreed to come with me, and so our afternoon expedition began.

Nia and I are both a bit directionally challenged, and although I’d written down directions to the workshop, we took a bit of a detour and then the low fuel light came on in the van and there were about 10 minutes of uncertainty over finding a gas station before we got ourselves even more turned around.

Fortunately we did not end up stranded, and one of the attendants at the station we came across was able to advise us on how to find the street we were looking for.

The kids were quite fascinated with the shop where the amazing people from Tribal Thunder build their drums.  The little ones each got a set of mallets and an Oscar™ drum to play on while the rest of us visited.

I ended up getting an Ashiko Pony drum, which I had wanted very badly.  I’d gone there expecting to come home with a Djembe, because they were out of the Pony style, but as it happened, I was able to purchase the drum I connected with at my first even drumming experience.  This particular drum is very special and has an incredible story.  I’d planned to write about it here, but somehow that just feels…inappropriate.  It’s not the sort of drum you could ever just purchase anywhere else, as there were very few of them made (around a dozen if I remember correctly) and that’s about all I will say.

Nia had a prior engagement to get to, so we bid everyone goodbye and promised to visit again soon (which I certainly will since I want to get a harness made, which makes it possible to play the drum standing up).  I dropped Nia off where she needed to be and then took the rugrats home for supper and then bed.

I was nervous again, although less so than the night before, about Varick’s arrival.  My stomach was in knots, which was silly really, since there was nothing to be so worked up over.  I chatted to Padme again for a few moments, and then got cleaned up and paced about until he was at the door.

He hadn’t napped and I was a little exhausted from the very full day I’d had, so we decided to relax together and watch a movie.  I’d planned for a bath but it was far too hot for anything like that, so we settled for stretching out half naked beside each other on the bed, with the air conditioning on, and we watched Unbreakable.  It wasn’t a terrible movie actually, I quite enjoyed it.

Following the movie we had a snack in the kitchen and then watched some episodes of KINK and A Girl’s Guide to 21st Century Sex.  We dozed some, since it was already getting late and were were both tired.  It was really nice to have company with Jack being out of town.

After a few mutual sexual advances, an orgasm for me and a blow job for him, I ended up bent over the big hump of the tantra chair while he fucked me from behind.  I groaned and pushed back against him, encouraging him to fuck me harder, and faster.  He seemed a little uncertain of himself, not unlike the other not so experienced males I’ve been with, but overall it was a great deal of fun and we were both well satisfied.  Let me tell you, that boy deserves a medal or something for distance, because I swear if I measured how far away from us I found droplets of cum, it would be at least four feet or so (he was quite pleased by this, LOL).

The sun was starting to break on the horizon, which meant it was time for him to go.  We got ourselves sorted out and I made him promise to text me once he got home so that I would know that he made is safely.  I’m a little tired today, although we did manage to get in a little sleeping, off and on.  It’s worth it at any rate, and I can always have a nap once the kids are in bed, while I wait for Jack to get home from his trip this evening.

I spoke to Nia yesterday during our travels to and from the drum shop.  I’d been thinking a lot about the situation while I was out at the beach with the kids, and I feel like I’ve come to some sort of understanding about my emotions and the situation.  I’m often too cynical to put much stock in fate or anything that can’t be explained away with logic, but I honestly believe that Varick is a different story.  I get the impression (not from him, but from somewhere in my soul) that this is meant to be a temporary relationship, and that he has come into my life so that I can serve some purpose for him.  Perhaps restoring his faith in people, which he lost along the way, due to circumstances that he shared with me but I don’t feel inclined to write about here.  He has a few wounds that need healing before he can go on to a healthy and positive relationship, and I think right now he’s in the healing phase and perhaps I am part of the plan to facilitate that for him.  This all sounds totally insane to me by the way, even as a write it, but I can’t help myself it would seem, I think this is what is supposed to happen, and I’m ok with that.  I’m just going to keep caring for him, and let the chips fall where they may.

Now I only have a couple of days to recover and then Padme will be arriving and we’ll be off for quite an ambitious weekend.  I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.  Thursday can’t get here fast enough!  I won’t be blogging much (or probably at all for that matter) over the weekend, but I’ll be keeping up with Twitter, so you can check in for my daily Tweet digests and find out what we’re up to

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Just dashing off a quick post before I gulp down some supper and head over to Deja’s house for a night of bondage and hopefully plenty of beatings!

The weekend has been fabulous thus far.  Yesterday we decided to test out the new margarita machine that was given to me for Mother’s Day!  We invited Nia over for a light supper and to test out some frozen drinks with us.

We started out with about a cup of sliced strawberries (from frozen) and put it in the blender part of the machine with three shots of tequila and 3/4 of a shot of triple sec.  The blender thing mixed up the alcohol and strawberries, then added shaved ice, and then blended it more.  The taste wasn’t as sweet as we like it, but the consistency was perfect!

Next round was raspberry sourpuss, blended with lots of shaved ice, and then 7up added.  That one tasted a lot like pink lemonade, but super sweet, so I might go with a little more ice, less pop and booze next time.

Third round was the strawberries again but this time I added an extra shot of tequila, a full shot of triple sec, and three tablespoons of sugar.  Nia and I reeeeeeeeeeeally liked that one, but Jack found it a little strong (the tequila, LOL).  Each pitcher filled about 5 of my margarita glasses, so we all had at least three drinks, I think I had 4 or 5 though, LOL.

It was so good :D  What a fantastic gift!  I plan to be drinking a LOT of frozen beverages this summer, LOL.  We also used it to make slurpees for the kids with concentrated lemonade mix and they quite liked that, so everyone can enjoy it.

Today Nia and I went to a hand-drumming workshop together.  It was my first time, and we met a the home of a friend of Nia’s who was really so very sweet.  It was a good group of us, with two instructors.  They taught us quite a few really nice rhythms and there was tons of laughing and it just sounded so amazing, all of us drumming like that.  I played an ashiko style drum, and they also had some djembe drums that I would like to try sometime.

After the workshop was over, I commented to one of the instructors/drum makers that it was my first time.  He couldn’t believe it, he said that I caught on really fast and that I definitely needed to get a drum of my own.  I was really flattered, and pleased with myself that it seemed to come so easily to me.  The idea of drumming around a fire with a bunch of other drummers and people dancing and hollering makes me want to get a drum to practice on soooooooooooooo bad.  I’m hoping Jack will let me buy one sometime soon :)  Drumming really made me feel good inside, and I’ve always been told I have good rhythm, and it felt really awesome to be part of a group like that.

Nia’s friend wants to start a regular drum circle that meets monthly to practice and play, and then have other workshops so we can learn some more techniques.  I hope I’ll get to join in on that once I get my own drum, it would be a really neat way to get to know Nia’s friends better and maybe absorb some of them to become my friends too :P  Hee Hee.  Felt great to be out and be social and hang out with a group of really fun women.

Anyway, I have to eat before it’s time to go play!  More blogging to come on that I am sure

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