Weekend Report Thread

[unpredictablebijou]

Right. What'd ya do? Where'd ya go? Who'd ya see? Wha'd ya eat and drink? Was it fun? Was it boring? Was it debauched? Was it the soul of innocence? Did you reach enlightenment? Did you get laid? Did you write anything?

I wanna know. You could even write a poem about it, even though that's not allowed in the Hangout. Let's misbehave and write poetry in here anyway.

Tell me everything. Lie, even. What the hell, right?

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

innnocent not debauched erm well could be enlightenment Definitely with a capital D oh yeah and I got laid in more ways than one!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

innnocent not debauched erm well could be enlightenment Definitely with a capital D oh yeah and I got laid in more ways than one!

yay!

wanna know more!

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Anticipation,
words
send seething
messages,
erogenous zones
flaming on fire
a growing
conflagration
opens me

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*applause*

That's for the poem and for the report.

Surely UYS isn't the only one who had a weekend.

Let's hear it.

bj

 

[champagne1982]

I shopped for a 5 drawer chest and spent way too much money when I found The perfect one.
My dogs have a strange resemblance to the Odd Couple, just hairier and with a little more energy. I picture Cooper as Jack Lemmon and Spike as Walter Matthau. Really.
It rained and blew and was cloudy in a very autumnal way, but the sun shines just as sunset approaches.
Sex was delicious. I had a continuous orgasm (it seemed) that lasted about 10 minutes or more. Toe curling, knee locking, back scratching ecstacy... <le sigh>

 

[Angeline]

Right. What'd ya do? Where'd ya go? Who'd ya see? Wha'd ya eat and drink? Was it fun? Was it boring? Was it debauched? Was it the soul of innocence? Did you reach enlightenment? Did you get laid? Did you write anything?

I wanna know. You could even write a poem about it, even though that's not allowed in the Hangout. Let's misbehave and write poetry in here anyway.

Tell me everything. Lie, even. What the hell, right?

bj

I had a lovely weekend even though we got a ton of rain today and the first threat of a hurricane in Maine in 17 years. It was debauched early on, early and often which is probably why I'm feeling especially cheerful tonight. What did I do? Besides play with sex toys and ee and debates? Cooked and baked a lot, like always. Read. Wrote. Met with my author and got the first set of manuscript revisions.

Oh and people can write poems wherever they want in the Hangout, but I think they'd be more likely to get lost in threads than on the main forum. If that's cool with the poet, they should write poetry wherever they want. I'm never for not writing poetry, excuse the double negative.

 

[champagne1982]

I remembered when I first joined this forum, almost every one of my posts was a little poem.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

I had a fabulous weekend until I ran into my ex lover. I was at the Geraldine Dodge Poetry Festival which was really amazing. Anyone else go? Videos of the readings are supposed to be posted on youtube this year so keep an eye out.

Sounds like Champagne's weekend was almost as good or better, on balance, despite my getting to shake hands with Billy Collins. hehe.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

One of the poets I heard: BJ Ward

here's a super short one from Gravedigger's Birthday (though I think I loved the poems in his first book a teensy bit more than in this one)

Reloading the Stapler

Little bucktoothed alligator
ready to taste my bills.

Make something suffer.
Make something stick.





He has a poem on the phrase "I shit you not" that is hold your tummy hilarious. Simon Armitage's sperm whale poem is pretty damn funny too.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

How fitting that the weekend seems to have centered around sex and poetry for most of the folks around here.

I didn't get laid, as such, but I did get paid to talk about sex this weekend, so that's almost getting laid.

And Ange, I wuz just yankin' yer chain about the poems. I know poetry's allowed round here. Poetry's allowed EVERYWHERE. In the streets, in the bars, even in the privacy of your own home, y'know? How could they stop us, right?

bj

 

[WickedEve]

I did stuff this weekend! I even posted this about it earlier today:
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=28818860&postcount=2513

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Congrats on your year and a bit

 

[WickedEve]

Congrats on your year and a bit

It was a long year. My man needed work. I don't want to change him but he needed to be polished. No more drinking. I'm working on the smoking. He now puts sheets on his bed. I can't seem to stop his farting and belching, though. But hey, that's what the second year is for!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You don't fart?

 

[WickedEve]

You don't fart?

No.
I told Hugo that I have a medical condition that prevents me from farting.
I tell the children it's the dog. And most of the time it is.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Buggga smileys dont work

 

[UnderYourSpell]

No.
I told Hugo that I have a medical condition that prevents me from farting.
I tell the children it's the dog. And most of the time it is.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

This weekend I got bored at the bar on Friday night so I ran another survey. The questions were:

1. Best Pizza topping?

2. Celebrity you'd eat if stranded?

3. Kinky thing you've never managed to talk someone into doing (yet)?


The answers were hilarious. Later on if I get all motivated I'll write some, but that last generated a fourth question. SOMEONE wrote "buttering someone's toast" and we all thought that was stellar slang, so the fourth survey question became, "what do you think it means to butter someone's toast?"

I think my favorite answer to that one so far (lots of answers had to do with smearing various substances on various body parts, obviously, including one that said "come on someone's stomach and then put bread on it" which made me lawl) was this:

Doing something so kinky to someone that you feel bad and cook breakfast for them the next morning.

So. How was everyone's weekend? Butter anyone's toast lately?

bj

 

[loststar]

the weekend forecast- was started with a shocking thunderstorm, that reveled many things, it faded into light drizzles then the sun came out saturday morning for beautiful and mellow driving weather, perfect for exploring a lake and de-stressing after the week full of normal people. The evening weather was balmy, and all around perfect, and at night it heated up, inside at least. Sunday was a fabulous morning, one that could even be bragged about, full of gorgeous sunshine, and a warm fuzzy feeling. Sunday afternoon was again perfect, and perfection continued on into the evening where on simply sits outside amongst good people and good food and enjoys life. Night time was simply charming, no need for heat or air conditioning on a long peaceful drive. Yet with monday morning blues, we get drizzles to match.

 

[champagne1982]

Food, food, food...

Did I mention food? I'm full. Sometimes there's a CFL game to interrupt the feast.

Perfect turkey, smooooooooth mashed taters and veggies that echo the freshness of the garden, newly harvested, lightly seasoned.

I made a mistake in grabbing the spices for the stuffing. I thought I'd connected with pepper, turns out I got the cloves instead. It didn't ruin anything, fortunately, and added an interesting dimension to the usual sagey offering.

Peach pie, crisp white wine and sharing.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

my weekend report:

blade 1

Be brave, be sharp.
There is work to do: bullets
and arrows must be cut out
of protesting flesh, and the fears
of the body excised. The edge
cleans to justice, defends the honor,
protects the weak, the limping
from the bullies of time, from barbarians.
You know. You are the edge
not mindless but all Mind, given
the simple direction of my wrist,
my hand which holds the stock and switch
which holds the root of you
with my fierce fingers
wrapped around the bone
defining hungry space and where it fits
with these hard outlines
and becoming you, the weapon
in the wielder's hand, the edge
I give myself.

.

 

[Remec]

I remembered when I first joined this forum, almost every one of my posts was a little poem.

Most of them still are. And not just you, there's just something poetical about the way most of the people who hang out around this place and these forums write pretty much anything...to-do lists, stuff to get at the supermarket, who wants what for Christmas, the planning menu for that night's dinner...all of it carries a little spark to it.

 

[Remec]

Oh yeah, the weekend...

Well, I had considered spending most of it getting reacquainted with the computer since it's been in the shop for, like, ever and a day...but I had some other things to attend to.

Fri- Date night, had a decent dinner out with Rowan and then took her to see "Secret Life of Bees" and thoroughly enjoyed the parts I was awake for.

Sat- played D&D, it was Weekend in the Forgotten Realms and I spent most of the day at a local gaming shop pretending to be a drow elf warlock and having fun in spite of the stupidity that keeps arising in the form of the new 4th edition rules for D&D.

Sun- took my two youngest kids out to see that chihuahua movie, did chores, cooked dinner, went to bed early.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

did holiday laundry