Jason and I had to both get our MUNI fast passes yesterday since we hadn’t had a chance to get them yet, so he popped over and we hung out here at home for a while before heading up to Powell to purchase our passes. From there, he wanted to get some of the spicy catfish that Coriander Thai sells in the Westfield food court, so we strolled across the street and had lunch. I love the spice eggplant and tofu, and had that with the mixed veggies and steamed rice. Jason had the catfish and some of their basil chicken. I really like that place, and considering that it’s food court food, it’s pretty darned good.
From there, we headed back up and out onto the street, into the Rite-Aid to get some water, and was about to go into the soon-to-be-closed Virgin Megastore to look at the picked-over leavings when he got a text message from Drunky, which prompted this whole round of drama on the phone. While he was talking on the phone, I headed upstairs to my office to get a spare set of keys from the building management (I left my keys in Frank’s car on Tuesday morning when he dropped me off at the Las Vegas airport – he has since mailed them back to me). I have a spare set of office keys in my own office, so after grabbing them, I popped the other keys back up to the 10th floor and returned them.
Jason was still on the phone, so I wandered in to the Virgin, and looked around. There’s not much left in there, and what is left is pretty much the dregs of the store, although there are these two really nice male and female mannequins for sale.
Did I ever tell you about how I used to work at this leather/adult toy store in Virginia right around the time I was getting out of the Navy? Well, that’s where I learned some of my leathercraft and woodworking. And also where I learned about married men loving to be pegged. Anyway, the local Upton’s department store was closing its doors and the owner of the shop went over and purchased some mannequins. There was one in particular that wasn’t useable because it was too damaged, but she was in a seated on the floor with one leg propped up and the other “indian style,” and I thought she would be perfect for the hatchback of my ‘91 honda civic. I had recently gotten the license plate I SKULL for the car, and that attracted a lot of attention from the “straight” men.
With the mannequin dressed and placed in the back of the car, people used to roll down their windows at red lights and ask me if I knew there was a woman in the back of the car. I would tell them, yes, she’s back there being punished. That confused them, of course, and they would drive off, and I would laugh.
Anyway, back to the present. I had to grab my portable table and head to my new client appointment (yes, I’m doing an outcall for this one client), and Jason had to go home and deal with Drunky, so we kissed and hugged and said our farewells.
The session went really well, and I left my portable table there at the client’s house to be used again in two weeks.