Well, it certainly has been an interesting weekend. On Friday morning I was in the shower when there was a knock at the door. It was a Fed Ex deliveryman, so I threw a towel on, and grabbed the slim envelope. I knew what it was, so I dropped it on the floor and got back in the shower. When I finally got to work I confirmed that it was in fact the hard copy of the contract for Arizona. Of course I wasn't going to sign it, the negotiations have only just begun, but with that document in hand my negotiating power grew significantly.
Friday was mostly a quiet day. In the early afternoon, Kadie and I went for a walk through the snow on the Triple Tree trail. It was quite pretty, and indicates how many places I haven't seen despite having been in Montana for almost three years. She dropped me back at the lab around 2 pm, as she was babysitting for Greta that weekend. I went back to work, and stopped by the library to pick up some DVD's for the weekend. I also bought some beer from the local store. I was tired from the hike, so I only watched one of the DVD's and then crashed out.
Saturday was very mellow indeed. I went shopping and picked up a huge number of frozen meals, and then later I did two loads of laundry and the washing up. Around 5:30 pm I figured I should do some work, so I went to the lab. The Internet easily distracted me, but finally I started making good progress on the group theory book. I got up to matrix multiplication, and there I ran into a metaphorical brick wall. I had never done matrices in school, so although it was not new, it was difficult. Just when I was thinking that I was going to have the most boring Saturday night ever, Rachel phoned me. She, Lori and a friend named Lisa were down at their favourite bar. So I went home to change and cycled downtown. I chained up my bike, and walked to the bar, and upon entering I met Katie. I gave her a hug and caught up with what she had done for Xmas and New Years.
Rachel came over from the bar, and we started chatting as well. She introduced me to Lisa, who is a Native American studies professor here at the university. Lori was there as well, but she was extremely drunk. It turned out Rachel and her were having an ongoing fight, because Lori had taken some money, although she had later returned it. I was an additional spacer person, and so Rachel was very grateful when I walked Lori home around 10 pm and put her in bed. Rachel left about 30 minutes later, and so it was just Lisa and myself.
Well it was Lisa and myself for only a little while, because another girl soon joined us. She had come in with some friends, and her name was Faith. She'd obviously picked us as the lesbians in the bar, and she didn't get past our radar either. We were chatting away happily, with Lisa dominating the conversation. After about an hour, Faith's friends headed for another bar and so did she, but not before extending us both an invitation to come along. Lisa and I finished our drinks (Faith dropped back in to make sure we got the hint), and we headed over to the other bar. Despite all the alcohol in my system by that point, I only fell over on the ice once.
At the other bar, Faith and I started flirting a little more intensely, and then after midnight I had to go to the bathroom. Happily Faith followed after not too long, and before long we were all over each other and all over the bathroom sink. It was pretty hot stuff. In the end, Lisa went home, Faith and I played some pool until 2 pm, and then she gave me a lift home. We kissed once more and then she drove off into the darkness. When I got into bed I couldn't stop touching myself, and rolling around between the sheets, it was the perfect combination of alcohol, hormones and flirting.
I woke up early Sunday, and it was just as well since it had been snowing for a few hours. There was at least two inches of snow on the ground with more following behind. I headed off to the Unitarians, and it was quite slow going. I arrived just on 10 am as my hangover was starting to rage. The sermon was interesting, and I was able to see lots of people afterwards. I had been intending to have brunch with Lori, but she had left a message saying that she was going skiing instead. I walked back through the fresh falling snow, picked up my bike and headed home.
Sunday afternoon I missed a call from the Dean of the school in Arizona because I was catching up on sleep. In the evening I tried to work, but instead I was distracted by an online comic "The Wotch" that was very funny. I understand it is very popular in the trans community because the high school guys are constantly being changed into girls. I thought it was quite amusing, and skimmed most of the back issues in one very long sitting. Life would have been much easier if there had been a magic spell like those in the comic.
I got home late, and I was feeling incredibly “toey” i.e. sexually frustrated. Given the series of events that had occurred to me since Wednesday morning, this is understandable. So I took an hour to just touch and pleasure myself. For reasons I can't fully explain, I am somewhat trepidatious about my body, but the desire was too much to care about. I had a few pauses in-between as I built up to a wonderfully orgasmic climax. Oh… how I love my body now, or to be more specific, how I love to love my body now. *grin*
I'm sorry for the excessive details, but hopefully whoever is reading this will understand my joy.