Bed of Coals Bed of Nails

[cyrano]

Or great big comfy bed with lots of pillows and hanging satin and four wrought iron posters and a big fluffy down comforter.
Home now. Laundry being done. Cats being abused.
There is a big pit at the end of one of the runways at the Atlanta airport. It looks like the Airplane Graveyard.
I am not very impressed with the Hilton management so far. Repeated phone calls to housekeeping have brought several different information sets about when I might contact anybody who might be able to say anything about a birthday present we left in our room accidentally after checking out.
Confirmed this weekend: snug fatigue trousers with combat boots==teh sexay
That hottie I mentioned meeting at the SF Fetish Ball sent me email. I was pleasantly surprised.
Back to work tomorrow, hopefully I will not fall asleep again until I get home.

Comments

[outlawcoon.livejournal.com]

You were in Atlanta?

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I was in Atlanta, for about half an hour. That was my transfer point on the way back from Tampa to San Francisco. I thought about calling to say hi but I didn't have a number plus it was seven in the morning.

[satanya.livejournal.com]

woooo hooo hottie

go you!

*hugs* and welcome back