Meanderings: August 25, 1999

Wednesday,
August 25, 1999

Today, I am a slug.

Well, not completely a slug -- I got up and went out for lunch. But to be perfectly honest the effects of jet lag were making themselves known, so I decided to just go back to Janis's and do some writing. Which went quite well, considering that Gravity Cat (aka Jewel) kept leaping up to the typing table, wanting to see what I was doing. But a K is still a K, so that was nice.

And then I sat down, roared through Janis's superb collection of feminist comics, and worked some more on my afgan square (which is turning out quite nicely, thank you) until she got home. That's when the real fun began.

I had this craving for pizza, see. So we went to the mall where there was a wood-fired pizzeria and gorged on pizza and Chinese chicken salad. Over dinner, Janis also told me about her latest piece of erotic fanfic, about Qui-Gon Jinn (I must admit, hearing this story and the native sensuality of California got to me when I wasn't looking and planted a seed in my head. Now I'm working on a story about Qui-Gon and a delicate situation with a young padawan named Alyx Maa. I wonder if Liam Neeson is getting goosebumps from all the concentrated lust being focused in his direction -- but I digress yet again).

Of course, all this concentrated lust got to us and started doing weird things with our hormones. After leaving the pizzeria and enjoying a stop at TCBY for ice cream, we wandered around the mall to the food store to pick up some necessities, and saw a rather nice example of malehood on the way back to the car -- black hair, blue eyes, fair-skinned, glasses, dressed appropriately for the weather. Janis, being the shy, retiring type she is, made a quiet comment on the stupendousness of his legs, and I said, quite loudly, "And a magnificent ass, too." I blame the ice cream. :-) In any case, I don't think he noticed ("Wha? Women checking me out, talking about my body bits? Naaa, never happen. . ."), but we discussed kidnapping him and taking him back to Janis's for some further fun with the kitties. Note that I do love my husband and would never cheat on him, simply because I refuse to do anything that will make him lose trust in me. But it ain't bad to fantasize. :-)

Then, to make matters worse, we went back to Janis's and she actually let me read the story. Woo-hoo. If I wind up getting pregnant on this trip, it's gonna be her damn fault (and no, JC, I'm not naming it "Orgasmia Janis" if it's a girl). And now, I sit here in her living room, tapping this out in preparation for packing everything up, since tomorrow I catch a cab to the train station and Anaheim.

NASFIC, here I come. . .

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