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Went to a party at our head tech guy's, A., house. I got there
about 9.30 and by 12.30 I was passed out on his couch wrapped
up in a sleeping bag. I wasn't completely passed out since I
woke up when Tom touched my leg. Scared
the shit out of me, he took my other boot off and tucked my feet
in. Then he sat on the couch next to me and kissed my neck. He's
good at that. He should give lessons on how to kiss a woman's
neck. Later A. came over and asked if I was ok.
Then I woke up to hear more than average noise and a male
voice say, "should we be quiet, there's someone on the couch."
"nah, she's passed out, she's fine."
Around 2a people were either leaving (4 of them) or staying
(the other10). I heard A's girlfriend start yelling, "Who
gave the dog vodka?! Which one of you gave the dog vodka.?!"
Her voice had a hysterical edge to it where you didn't know if
she was going to burst out laughing or crying.
Apparently bit of vodka spilled and the dog was licking it
off someone's hand.
I got up and one of the guys got me some water. Most everyone
was planning on staying in the livingroom which didn't appeal
to me because, first, it was damn cold in there and second, there
were going to be all drunk guys there and drunk guys snore louder
than if they were sober. So A put me upstairs in the bedless
bedroom Tom usually stays in when he's there, which apparenly
is every night. Tom was there too and besides kissing necks so
damn good his lips are nice on my belly. And just like Valentine's
he was a perfect gentleman and didn't try to take advantage of
me in my half ass'ed state.
However waking up and there he was, sprawled out on the floor
wearing nothing but aqua marine Joe Boxers and morning wood is
something I really wish I hadn't seen. This guy debugs my database
and keeps my anti-virus software up to date, I don't need to
see his hernia operation scars.
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This afternoon in bellydance class it was just me, Beth and
Sue. I went through most of the warm up exercises at home before
class so in class warm-ups were a lot easier. Need to start doing
that more often. Del said we were going to work on chorography
for an upcoming review this summer. I'm not really keen on participating.
We're going to dance to Sting's Desert Rose, the 5 minute version.
So we worked on the first 30 seconds today. She doesn't really
have it worked out. She thought up a few steps as we were warming
up but they got changed as needed to make the transistions from
one move to the next a bit easier. Today also was the first day
we spent the entire time dancing with our backs to the mirror.
It was nice since I'm at a point where I don't need a mirror
to make sure parts are moving the way they should. But on the
other hand it was hard to see what was going on since I had to
dance with my head turned so I could see to keep up.
last time
~ next time
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