30th Reunion

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I put that in there because my Mom reads my blog....
Not that my Mom is a prude or anything but it's important to cover your butt. She's still my Mom.

Tonight I attended Dena's 30th Fairfax High School reunion. She asked me to go. I swore after the 20th I'd never go again. Dena gets what she wants so I went for moral support and frankly, so she could show me off. What can I say....

Wow, how boring can you get. I mean, how could you not be bored. Here are 200 people that you don't know and have absolutely nothing in common with. Dena barely has anything in common with them. I was never one to be bored for long as I was an only child for 10 years and learned how to entertain myself. The picture pretty much shows you what I did for three hours. I pretended to be the reunion official photographer, I flipped these three cards back in forth in my name card badge all night long. It was hilarious. By the way, a photographer can walk up to any group of people, flip any kind of stupid badge at them and people will pose and tell you their life's story.

One lady is a intimate lingerie designer for the bondage and dominatrix market. A niche market I'd say. She was a dominatrix for three years prior to moving into this natural transition but decided that humiliating and hurting people wasn't her gig. Currently, her line is focusing on color. You see, the whole S&M world is fixated on black, black suede, black leather, black latex, etc. She's expanding into color and is currently designing a lovely turquoise garter with little skulls that hang down on tassels from the front and knock against the pussy. A teaser she says. I would imagine that's true......