Indulge.... Part 2.

I needed to Indulge again.

After getting sucker punched and robbed I thought I deserved a getaway.

Yeah, that was real fun. It's been a month and my jaw is just beginning to feel normal. I still can't hear out of that ear properly, I haven't been able to in a long time, but since I got punched it's worse than it used to be.

Here's my weekend from 10/26. (I barely got around to starting this post, I didn't finish it until now. )

This place was a hell of a lot nicer than the last place I tubbed at.

It was harder for me to get to (I had to have friends drop me off) but it was worth it... It was much cleaner than the last place I went to...

That was a pay by the hour place. Ewwww.

This place had a 7-11, a pizza parlor and an adult bookstore all within a blocks walk. That was cool. The nearest liquor store was two miles away though. What the hell? I can walk across the highway, get porn, possibly get a blowjob in the back room or behind the building but I can't buy booze nearby? Stupid.

The twenty-something guy who seemed to live in the pizza place was darned hot. I ate like a pig that weekend, I was terribly hungry. I must have been in there at least eight times. He was there every time. Poor guy must work like hell. It's a family business, I figure he's the owner's nephew or something...

Even though this place is a national chain motel, how the hell do I know what went on in that tub? The staff must make minium wage, (I'd like to think they're doing their job) so of course I brought cleaning supplies and sterilized everything I might touch.

Come on, it's a robin's egg blue heart shaped tub. It's near a truck stop. It's across the road from a porn emporium.

You can't tell me that some really strange stuff hasn't happened in that tub. I won't believe you. I'm not stupid. Lysol and bleach were necessary items.

Some strange stuff happened while I was there, and I behave myself (mostly).

I did bring more than I needed to. The dvd player was a good idea, I plugged it in and I got to watch my Artie Lange dvd.

I brought other stuff too.

I brought lots of stuff.

I always bring too much. Then I leave with even more than I came with.

Nice huh? It was a no smoking room, that sucked. Lighting tons of candles isn't smoking though! A possible fire hazard, yes, but they aren't tobacco.

So, People magazine nominated Matt Damon as this years Sexiest Man Alive.

Sure he's hot. He's really darned hot sometimes. Like in this picture here.

He's just cute most of the time. Sexiest Man Alive?

Excuse me. I beg to differ.

Sexiest Man Alive would be this guy.

Now he's sexy.

Totally freaking hot.

I would do terribly naughty things with him.

Things you wouldn't ever want your mother to know you did.

Can't you just feel the heat radiating from your monitor?

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I met an interesting couple when I ran over to the pizza joint for food. They seemed really nice so I invited them back to my room to hang out.

They weren't quite like what I expected.

I got more than I bargained for.

They were swingers.

Very kinky ones.

I just wanted to chill, eat my hot wings and my salad, watch some tv and hang out.

They had other things in mind.

They were a very strange couple.

She decided she liked me and wasn't paying any attention to him... he got jealous and angry.

That's when he went berserk and stormed out of the room.

I followed him and tried to calm him down.

He climbed on top of the Coke machine and started beating it furiously. I had no idea what to do.

That's when he flung himself out the window.

I tried to stop him.

He was just too strong.

He died on the pavement below.

It was a horrible sight to behold.

I tried to console her, she was terribly distraught.

I don't know If I'll see her again.

**DISCLAIMER**

There really wasn't any "plasticy delight" going on in any of those photos. There wasn't any going on at all. I was in a motel on a 4-6 lane highway with nobody to amuse me and no mass transportation... so I walked over to the adult bookstore, raided the clearance rack and managed to amuse myself by creating that strange little story.

The clearance rack in an adult store can be quite interesting. I picked up a few Christmas gifts.

I did leave him hanging from that window, it's a "breezeway" on an upper level that anyone can access. He was gone in the morning. I wonder what people thought.

Hey, I'm gettin kinda old. I hurt. I've decided I need a jacuzzi tub now and then.

MILLIONS OF CATS

By Wanda Gag. (Pronouced "Gaag - to rhyme with jog, not with bag.) Thank you Handmaiden, that's kind of how I felt with all those cats about!

I found a copy online, with pictures... and it has a translation into Hindi! No idea if it's accurate. It's in Adobe .pdf format and it's here. I bet that's a blast from the past.

MILLIONS OF CATS

Once upon a time there was a very old man and a very old woman. They lived in a nice clean house which had flowers all around it, except where the door was. But they couldn’t be happy because they were so very lonely.

“If only we had a cat!” sighed the very old woman.
“A cat?” asked the very old man.
“Yes, a sweet little fluffy cat,” said the very old woman.
“I will get you a cat, my dear,” said the very old man.

And he set out over the hills to look for one. He climbed over the sunny hills. He trudged through the cool valleys. He walked a long, long time and at last he came to a hill which was quite covered with cats.

Cats here, cats there,
Cats and kittens, everywhere,
Hundreds of cats,
Thousand of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.

“Oh,” cried the old man joyfully, “Now I can choose the prettiest cat and take it home with me!” So he chose one. It was white.
But just as he was about to leave, he saw another one all black and white and it seemed just as pretty as the first. So he took this one also.

But then he saw a fuzzy gray kitten way over here which was every bit as pretty as the others so he took it too.
And now he saw one way down in a corner, which he thought too lovely to leave so he took this too.

And just then, over here, the very old man found a kitten, which was black and very beautiful.
“It would be a shame to leave that one,” said the very old man. So he took it.

And now, over there, he saw a cat, which had brown and yellow stripes like a baby tiger. “I simply must take it!” cried the very old man,
and he did.

So it happened that every time the very old man looked up, he saw another cat which was so pretty he could not bear to leave it, and before he knew it, he had chosen them all.

And so he went back over the sunny hills and down through the cool valleys, to show all his pretty kittens to the very old woman. It was very funny to see those hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of cats following him.

They came to a pond.
“Mew, mew! We are thirsty!” cried the
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.

“Well, here is a great deal of water,” said the very old man.
Each cat took a sip of water, and the pond was gone!

“Mew, mew! Now we are hungry!” said the
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.

"There is much grass on the hills,” said the very old man.
Each cat ate a mouthful of grass and not a blade was left!

Pretty soon the very old woman saw them coming.
“My dear!” she cried, “What are you doing?
I asked for one little cat, and what do I see?

"Cats here, cats there,
Cats and kittens everywhere,
Hundreds of cats,
Thousands of cats,
Millions and billions and trillions of cats.

"But we can never feed them all,” said the very old woman, “They will eat us out of house and home.”
“I never thought of that,’ said the very old man, “What shall we do?”
The very old woman thought for a while and then she said, “I know! I will let the cats decide which one we should keep.”
“Oh yes,” said the very old man, and he called to the cats, “Which one of you is the prettiest?”
“I am!”
“I am!”
“No, I am!”
“No, I am the prettiest!” “I am!”
“No, I am! I am! I am! ” cried hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of voices, for each cat thought itself the prettiest.
And they began to quarrel.

They bit and scratched and clawed each other and made such a great noise that the very old man and the very old woman ran into the house as fast as they could. They did not like such quarrelling. But after a while the noise stopped and the very old man and the very old woman peeped out of the window to see what had happened. They could not see a single cat!

"I think they must have eaten each other all up,” said the very old woman, “It’s too bad!”
“But look!” said the very old man, and he pointed to a bunch of high grass. In it sat one little frightened kitten. They went out and picked it up. It was thin and scraggly.

'Poor little kitty,” said the very old woman.
“Dear little kitty,” said the very old man, “how does it happen that you were not
eaten up with all those hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of cats?”
“Oh, I’m just a very homely little cat,” said the kitten, “So when you asked who was the prettiest, I didn’t say anything. So nobody bothered about me.

They took the kitten into the house, where the very old woman gave it a warm bath and brushed its fur until it was soft and shiny.

Every day they gave it plenty of milk... and soon it grew nice and plump.

"And it is a very pretty cat, after all!” said the very old woman.
“It is the most beautiful cat in the whole world,” said the very old man.
“I ought to know, for I’ve seen Hundreds of cats, Thousands of cats, Millions and billions and trillions of cats, and not one was as pretty as this one."

I missed the last train.

So I'm here until morning. With the 300893647231 cats.

Here's my arm, a case of water, Gomez (I really like him), my left sneaker and a hamper. Enjoy.

The Continuing Adventures of.... ME!!!

I went to Atlantic City With my Sister and her Husband Saturday. We had a nice time. He decided that he didn't want to drive all the way home in the dark so I had booked a room at the Econo Lodge for the three of us.... Not a problem, since he invited me along and paid for my ticket.


















Don't I look Tré Sexy in my new concert tee?

The concert was unbelievably good. It was over two hours. I kept wondering when they'd run out of things to play.... but thinking about it, with a career spanning as long as his has I'm suprised the show wasn't longer!

I fell into hysterical laughter at one point and had to stifle myself.

Never In my life did I ever expect to see what was going on. I'm not exactly a spring chicken... but there were hundreds of us old farts rocking out and "partying like it was 1999". There were people who had to be 70 dancing in the aisles and jumping around like they were still in their twenties. It was an awesome sight to behold! I was expecting someone to keel over. Fortunately nobody did. I guess you are never too old to rock and roll, just too young to die.


There were plenty of young people there too, couples who were in their twenties.

John is looking pretty good too. I'd expected worse. He sounds great. Here's a couple of crappy pictures.






Borgata security was pretty good at making sure nobody took any.


They didn't take anybody's phone or camera, they just made sure they stopped taking a visual or audio record of the show. Everyone seemed to comply.


I didn't get caught. I just have these two.



What's the big deal? Unless you have a really pricey super duper phone you just get shitty pictures at concerts anyway.

(Unless you have really good expensive tickets to see Genesis :) I could have reached over and touched Phil's groupie or whoever she was.)

The seats were better than they look from those crap pictures. I was 50-75 feet away I guess. Here's my ticket.




The Borgata has some very odd decor. These looked like blown glass. (There was also some "art" that consisted of apples. Real Fresh Normal Regular Apples. I know damned well that those hundreds of apples will end up in a landfill or something. They won't go to the poor and homeless in AC. Disgusting.)


I know that's blurry. It doesn't matter. It was darned ugly to begin with. It must have been 50 feet tall.





And what the hell is this thing supposed to be? Some mutant alien brain descending from the ceiling?




They're a matching set. There were more of the same sort scattered about. I didn't bother to take pictures of them, they were all horrible.


I was too busy looking at all the hotties.





I think the Very Hot, Very Tall Man Factory must have exploded and the prevailing wind blew them over to the casino.


6'2", 6'6"! OMG! He must be 6'10"!! All way too hot for me. Looked like they work out every other day. Nice on the eyes though.

There were plenty of gay boys too. Most of them were couples.

Here's some of the cocktail waitresses for any of the straight guys who might read this mess of a blog. (Sorry the pic isn't so good, I stole it, it was really dark, this is the result after messing with it.) They're pretty darned hot.



We had dinner at "Fat Burger" in the casino. If you have one near you try it out, it's a bit better than your usual fast food burger.

I also had "Tiramisu" for the first time. Figured I'd try something I'd never had before. I wasn't impressed.

After the show we went back to the motel.... I was totally bored being the night owl that I am, so I walked over to Bally's and lost $80.00 in the slots. It took a while. I didn't get back to the room untill around 3:30 am.

I was up 300.00 at one point. I should have stopped while I was ahead.

Meow?

I'm sort of pet sitting and house watching for friends. The going back and forth got to be a bit much so I parked my ass in the house. Gee, I look terrible.

I think I'm wearing her daughter's shirt. I don't recall ever seeing her wear it. I'm wearing a shirt with doggies and tulips on it. WTF?

It was simpler than going home for another change of clothes. I like doggies and flowers are nice. Tulips aren't one of my favorites.

There are nine cats in this house. No wonder she seems so stressed sometimes. There's a bunch of stuff going on in many aspects of her life.

Here's some of the kitties. They're terribly adorable! I understand why there are so many... I'd take them home with me if I could. I can barely take care of me.... a bunch of animals is out of the question.

That's Sam by the keyboard. He has a respiratory problem. Wonderful kitty.

<--- Oscar!!! Oscar likes me too!!

<----- That would be Gomez. He's huge. Like 45 pounds huge. I really like him.

Since refrigerators seem to be an in thing... Here's the one where I'm hanging out.



I also saw Blue Man Group tonight. Here's a crappy picture from that show.

You need to try...

and let it go. You know you do. It's hard as hell, I know. I do. Please let it go.

Don't know why I'm surviving every lonely day
When there's got to be no chance for me
My life would end and it doesn't matter how I cry
My tears of love are a waste of time
If I turn away am I strong enough to see it through
Go crazy is what I will do

If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby
If I can't have you ah ah, I can't have you
I don't want nobody baby, if I can't have you ah ah

Can't let go and it doesn't matter how I try
I gave it all so easily to you my love
To dreams that never will come true
Am I strong enough to see it through
Go crazy is what I will do

Yvonne Elliman

This fits too. I guess. Sort of.

I don't know how to love him.
What to do, how to move him.
I've been changed, yes really changed.
In these past few days, when I've seen myself,
I seem like someone else.
I don't know how to take this.
I don't see why he moves me.
He's a man. He's just a man...

Should I bring him down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of love,
Let my feelings out?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?

Yvonne Elliman again. I didn't realize she was almost prehistoric.

Try and let it go. Please.

Yes, I have those two songs playing... over and over and over.

I understand.