Posted by: canaryinacoalmine | February 20, 2006

29.

Thereís a song in The Sound Of Music with the verse

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Iím settling into comfort this evening understanding I must have done something good along the way to have those in my life I do. The weekend began with nothing less involving everything more in excess.

Saturday morning The New Edition and I were exchanging text messages when he sent:

ďIf you donít call me back Iím going nakedĒ

The mission for the day was planned. Work out and assist him in finding the perfect outfit for Kristinaís Birthday Blow Out Bunny Style Party. Little did I realize we would hit up every sex shop in Houston. I told him it was probably bad that I knew where they were located. He told me it was hot.

The last stop of the day was The Galleria. The moment we entered the area we felt the bass of the crowd hunka down and walk with a swagger. The city’ had magicly been transformed into a Ghettofabulous Wonderland. It was like Fat Albert’s Bizarre. Only, you know, post stomach stapling and more bling. One by one tricked out cars with vertical doors, dubs, spinners and candy coated paint jobs slewed past us. Reclining my seat to fit in he pulled into a parking spot. We had given up on tacky making our way into Dillards when the inevitable occurred. The phat man who loved cake strolled past us,

ďAw shit man, Yo. Yo. I forgot my flask.Ē

The New Edition turned to me with raised slightly bushy eyebrows unable to say anything.

What was?

That?

Hours later inch by inch my hands tugged on material pulling stockings the length of my leg peppering my thighs with feathers and fish net. My right leg on the bathroom counter while the left balanced my core. I flipped my head over tangled in a wand of red tendrils and caught an eyeful. Hmm. This must be how the other Jessica lives. Indeed, I had porn hair.

Saturday night had been a show of the X rated type. I abandoned the fun pulling my disappearing act after exhaustion fell upon tired eyes. Sunday Funday Brunch began with a celebration of Kimís 29th. She was late, I was late, he was late, everyone was running late.

Kim needed that day to let go and abandon rationale. I needed that night to just be.

Raising my eyes to meet his for the first of several that day I wondered if my voice intended a long vacation. He smiled at me placing a hand on the small of my back and pulled me close. I reminded myself to breathe.

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Responses

  1. Mr. New Edition is a lucky man. Based on the pictures, it was worth the trip to the shops.

    Does the register girl at Dare Ware still have red hair?

  2. And i thought that my weekend was good. Apparently yours was better!!

    Glad that you had fun..

    Scott

  3. Okay, there is now 1 jealous firefighter in Texas that you know…. : ) Glad you had fun!

    C.

  4. Sounds like you had a great weekend Sass. I love three day weekends.

  5. Glad you had fun this weekend. Your photos are great.

  6. Glad you had fun this weekend. Your photos are great.

  7. I need to have some girl friends like you guys. Can I move to Texas? Will you be my friend? Lol.
    Very cute though. You are lucky.

  8. Hot damn girl! Sounds like you had yourself a wonderful weekend!

  9. Ohhhhh sooooo romanticalllllll

  10. Oh no, don’t let porn hair make a comeback – PLEASE!

    Now porn-style stalkings with a garter belt, YES. It will never lose it’s hot edge!

  11. For crying out loud. I had to remind MYSELF to breathe at the end of that one.

  12. Looks like you had a grand ol’ time. Luved the pix, deary.


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