Serious Panic Here...

[snowy ciara]

Thanks DVS... if we were closer together, distance wise, I'd be seriously thinking about your ad...

A is a really really scary sort of lady in a nice sort of way.... Remember when Neelix and Tuvok got melded into one person due to a transporter accident in Voyager? If you took say, you and Netz and AA and did the same thing you'd get A.

The Hide House is a tannery and leatherworkers supply sort of place.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

[SNIP] ... a reputation similar to that of DVS or Sir Winston or JamesG or AA or someone suitably frightening and available. [/SNIP]

Wow. Thank you for including me in such august company.

Note: This is not sarcasm...

 

[shy slave]

Snowy

I am so glad you had a great time and a second date, plus she called and according to Mariposa you have mail

However....you braved a mix of AA, Netz, Sir_W & JamesG!!!

I don't know whether your brave or....
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very brave.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

I lived! YAY ME! [MAJOR SNIP]
[/SNIP] So I think maybe I did okay.

Congrats, kiddo! Sounds like you did great.

 

[Netzach]

I predict that you will be adopted by the tough looking gay leathermen with little flowers etched on their wee wees in months time.

Good goin'.

 

[Killishandra]

*Doin' the happy dance for snowy!!!*

's, girly!

 

[snowy ciara]

Thanks Ladies and Gentlepersons. It was fun and I'm all relieved and hey, she wants to do it again. So expect another episode of blind panic in a week or so.

giggling at Netz's prediction It appeared to be loverly flower but I was afraid to look closer because we had a bit of an audience.

 

[Gil_T2]

I lived! YAY ME!

Thanks to the remnants of hurricane emily we had tons of rains. Gallons of rain, whatever. So anyway....

I didn't go for anything leather, just nicer clothes than usual, and I even ironed my jeans. It was so humid and rainy that all the nice creases fell out before she even got there, but I made the effort. No heels, Alt. Mariposa braided my hair out of the way and lent moral support and tried not to giggle too much when I put eyeliner in my eye instead of under it.

I think A was all nervous too because she didn't ride the (relatively) newer Harley, she rode the completely restored 1940-41 ish Indian Scout. (The Harley's also a classic.) She said later she was biking to impress. After coaxing Eeyore (who doesn't like loud noises much) out from under the desk with catnip, and chiding me for letting my "classic" 20-ish year old Volvo just sit there and be used, we left between cloudbursts. We were way early, as we were trying to avoid getting soaked. We spent the extra time in the video arcade, so she already knows about my fiercely competitive streak. She seemed mostly impressed. She has one too, but she didn't indulge in the neener neener neener dance after beating me on the DDR machine. She says it was because she was out of breath.

STAR WARS SPOILER AHEAD

The movie was pretty good, much better then the previous crapola, but I was a little grossed out at the end when Anakin crawled out of the lava all torched and legless and such. It was pretty icky. When Yoda walked into the council room and proceeded to beat the snot out of the guards, A says "I love short little tough people!" and I started to think this might work out for a bit.

We hung out in the front of the theater for a little bit because it was raining again, and discussed picking up my car instead to go to the bar. The manager was standing nearby and told her that it was supposed to slack off, so we decided to stay with the bike. When it slowed down to a drizzle, we took off.

The bar was scary. Since this was a big fundraiser there were a lot (EEK!) Leatherlords (a gay Leather bdsm club from Metropolis) there as well as several hundreds (okay, maybe only 50 or so) of the Desert Leathermen (which includes FTM tg persons) and about the same number of the local women's club who'se name escapes me (which includes the MTF TG's). There were also tons of gender-bending bois, boiz, and boys, and girls, gurlz, and grrlz. I felt totally and completely out of place and hellaciously intimidated besides. A kept telling me to relax, and I tried. We grabbed dinner and a place to sit and pretty soon our table filled up with all sorts of sexy Leatherised peoples of every conceivable gender talking motorcycles and the Loughlin River Run and fisting and beating and all sorts of groovy things. I was just really quiet and polite and somewhat friendly, and very very glad of the dim lighting because my face was RED during most of the evening. At one point, I volunteered to go grab fresh drinks for A and I, forgetting that she was drinking beer. I was halfway to the bar when I remembered I can't buy beer in this country! (They'd stamped my hand with that ink that glows under a black light, and they were checking everybody. Even the hideously overworked waitresses and bussers had little flashlights with the special bulbs.) I went back to the table, 'splained the problem, and everybody, including me, had a chuckle at my expense. She switched to soda shortly after that anyway, cause she was driving and wanted to be sure she was unbuzzed when we left.

The darts tournament was supposed to start at 8, but it was nearly 830 before it was sufficiently organized. I almost didn't play, because I had to be out by 10, but A checked with the owners who said that if I was still playing at 10 and not drinking we could stay to finish. I suck too badly at pool. We played in the doubles tournament. D had warned her earlier (when he came out to see her ride) that I'm pretty good, so she decided to play with me instead of against me. We came in 3rd, which won us 50 bucks. We gave it to the Townsville AIDS Project and roared off. I was fairly un-nervous before the tournament began, but then... There were all these big and scary and muscley leathery pierced guys up there. I was the only girl, gurl or grrrl playing. At one point, while we were sitting down waiting for our turn, this one guy was talking about some scarification he has on his, ahem, head. He goes and plays, and I go up and play, and then when A goes up, he drops trou in the middle of the bar and shows me and no-one even bats an eyelash! There was some whoops and hollers, but I gather this sort of thing is sort of normal at that place. It's a rather nice little flower, by the way...

We ended up at my house again, laying in the hammock in the back yard talking and er, stuff while Eeyore played Tiger in the Grass. She's a good, er talker. Really really good. Eventually though, she had to call it a night and headed off, cause there's a Poker Run (something biker-ish, I gather. Anyone have a clue?) up in the mountains south of Townsville today. She called a little while ago, cause she wants to go out again. So I think maybe I did okay.

The lady is a keeper with a classic INDIAN *Gil drools*

 

[snowy ciara]

She has a Harley that predates me, too, but she's not done restoring it yet.

 

[Alt]

Glad you had fun Padewan!

 

[Cleopatra]

Don't beat her at darts or pool - or if you're so good and she's so bad that you must win against her, keep it close and be shy and self-deprecating ("It was luck - if you hadn't hit that soft spot on the rail, you'd have run the table on me.").

Throw a game?

That's just wrong...


And after reading the rest of the thread....I'm glad you had a good time.

 

[snowy ciara]

I didn't... I couldn't pull it off even if I tried, I think. I rather like the Padawan title, too...

 

[Gil_T2]

She has a Harley that predates me, too, but she's not done restoring it yet.

* Gil wants pics of bike * (still drooling & still say she's a keeper)

 

[snowy ciara]

I see your youthful bike fetish is still going strong, Mr. Gil. I shall request pics...

 

[Cleopatra]

I didn't... I couldn't pull it off even if I tried, I think. I rather like the Padawan title, too...

Good. Nothing like beginning ... anything, really, with a false start.

Plus, cheating at pool is like lying in the confessional. It may get you off the hook initially, but you're going to feel like shit for the rest of the day.

 

[snowy ciara]

Oh I can't cheat at pool. To cheat at pool, first one must actually play well... Therein lies the issue.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Oh I can't cheat at pool. To cheat at pool, first one must actually play well... Therein lies the issue.

Ever play paddle pool? Each time you miss, you get a swat, plus a swat for each ball you have left on the table...

 

[snowy ciara]

My butt would be purple in moments.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

My butt would be purple in moments.

Sounds like fun to me.

 

[snowy ciara]

You wouldn't just rather teach me to play pool instead? Please? Or maybe we could play darts.... Or footie. Footie works for me.

 

[Gil_T2]

My butt would be purple in moments.

*MMMM Gil adds another photo request & offers to assist in the paddling & camera work too*

 

[snowy ciara]

ties pillow to tushie Allright Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up.

 

[graceanne]

Hey, snowy, we can play together. That way the game will last ALL NIGHT, and then we won't have to play paddle pool.

 

[snowy ciara]

Gimme my Reese's back first, please....

 

[graceanne]

Gimme my Reese's back first, please....

*kicks empty wrapper under bed*

What Reeses?