What a weird weekend. Friday day was terrific. Because of the rain, we were packed and I stayed busy all day long. I also had a bachelor party that night for a bunch of really young guys; I wanted to ask them if they were old enough to have a stripper. While I was dancing for the bachelor, a couple of his friends kept shouting "Bite them!" Bite them? There are many things a man can do with a pair of breasts, and friends, let me tell you that biting should remain off that list. Everything except looking at them (or squirting some body paint on them) remains off that list when I'm dancing (well, if you're another dancer you might cop a feel) , but when I'm with someone, and I believe I've written about this before, the last thing I want on them are teeth. I hope those guys aren't trying to bite titties when they are getting a little action.

I went in to work Saturday night which turned out to be a mistake - it was very slow in there. And Sunday, which is usually my busiest night, wasn't much better. I wasn't really in the mood to work, which didn't help, so I spent most of the night hanging out with this nice young man from Wyoming. He's the first guy I've talked to who owned his own teepee. Though I've met plently of guys at work who've pitched a tent.

School starts up on Tuesday and I fortunately have a very light schedule this semester. I only lack six classes to graduate, but I can't take one of them until next fall, so I won't graduate until December. Watch this space to find out when I'll fulfill my fantasy to strip out of my graduation gown.