Penthouse Party

Hey All!

Another fabulous weekend to tell you about.

After work, I left for the Big City, and was greeted at J's house with soft music playing and candles lit. I tell you, what a romantic guy he is! Following some 'good to see you again' time alone, we grabbed some Mexican for dinner and called it a night.

Saturday morning he had a meeting to go to that lasted until early afternoon. I went for a run around the neighborhood to keep training for my 5K next Sunday, then I met up with James and Sarah for lunch and a little shopping.

Two weekends I missed seeing Sarah totally. The first she was giving handjobs to birds at some canary show, the second I can't remember where she was. Last weekend we didn't get to talk much but she did say...

As we were standing in line for communion, we ended up next to each other across the aisle. I gave her a hug, she smacked my rear and says, "There's nothing like a little grab ass before communion."

Sarah and James wanted the gory details of J and W time together, and I told them it was none of their business...just use your imagination...and said hold that thought I know how sicko you guys can be.

We shopped for a bit, and I found a great pair of chocolate brown dress pants. I also bought a salmon colored dress shirt to match, but realized I don't need it...so it'll get returned.

It was time to go, so we did our goodbyes and Sarah says, "Go have some butt sex!" Actually she was kinda yelling it out the window at me in the parking lot. Sweet!

Due to a MLB game, a major bicycle race, major interstate construction, the Pope coming to town, and aliens invading the Big City, traffic was not fun. We were a little late for the Balloon Race party.





Up 21 floors in a new high rise penthouse, I was blown away by the views in three directions, the double balconies, and of course the floor to ceiling windows. The host retired at 29, is probably in his 50's (just a guess), and has himself one heck of a place to live. Marble everywhere, gorgeous furnishings, which left me worried to breath that I'd break something or spill my wine. I just had one glass, because I didn't have a ton on my stomach and I got to feeling light headed a bit.





The race got off to a slow start (yeah I know they're balloons not F15 fighter jets), and they didn't go very far. The party was a mix of church people and some of the host's friends, which was nice.

So obviously, I was shooting into the sun, so you can't see great detail on the balloons, but it was pretty...let me tell you.

Sunday was a church day, excellent service. I skipped the first service to go have breakfast with some of our friends. There were information meetings about a new building prospect for the church (we're moving) following both services...so the 2nd meeting lasted till after 2. I was staving and big girls need to eat. We had to go pick up a costume for a party J will go to next Friday night (I'm going home to visit the fam), and grabbed a really late lunch. Came home, swapped back rubs, took a nap, got some ice cream (that's our Sunday night ritual), and then I came back to small town. The two hour drive isn't getting old...yet.

Smooches,
"W"