Tonight I'll have a relaxing family dinner and then pack like a maniac. I want it to take the absolute shortest time possible, and I have to iron a shirt, which will make the whole process much too long. My general packing method is to count how many days I'll be gone and then throw in the appropriate number of pairs of underwear and socks and then two pairs of jeans, extra shoes, and some shirts. Then I throw in my toiletries bag, some books, camera, and I'm done. This will be more complex. For one thing, I can't wear jeans. Bleah.

I'm probably dreading this more than I should. There will be a digital cafe there where I can check my e-mail, but I don't know if I can get enough sit-down time for diary entries. Maybe you could check Deb's diary for updates if you're not seeing them here.

I'm going to miss my girls so bad.

DATE REPORT

I had a lovely date with Sara last night. We had planned to play with Misha, but Sara wasn't in the mood to get in that gear, so we went with plain ol' us. No vampires or cops or nothin. It was great. Much passion, incredible kissing, Denzel, some pain, lots of pleasure. We did a little impromptu, no-name character roleplaying where I got to be mean and she got to take it. But we just slid in and out of it and went right back to being ourselves.

It's interesting when we have a date without roleplaying. I get to see a little bit more of what Sara wants rather than what her character wants. One thing that struck my last night was that Sara was pulling my shirt off before I'd even taken off hers. I'll often end a date without ever having removed my shirt (or pants), but she wanted it off last night. And that was pretty cool.