Sunday, April 18, 2010
Revving up for Atlantic City Part 2
For those of you not attending Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City this coming weekend, I'll be doing one of my post-party reports as I've done in the past. But for now, it's all about the anticipation and the preparation.
I may have to turn in my membership to the Guy Club, but I'm thinking about what I'm going to wear. Toppy but casual? Too much black? Slimming but loose enough to remain flexible. No white pants. (Why? Well, you don't want your bottom's spray-on tanner coming off on your slacks during a particularly heated OTK. You know who you are! ;-) ) Then there's the implements. What to bring? All the spanking stuff, sure. But there's also the BDSM-y stuff for those ladies, the sensation play stuff for those ladies, and the really kinky stuff for those ladies. Ha. Gotta condition that stuff, pack it up, get the cleaning solutions together. Gotta make sure you don't forget anything.
My wife, a switch, has it much, much worse. Not only does she have to worry about what to wear, she has to think about stuff that can be both toppy and bottom-y, sexy and serious. So it's sort of a double-packing issue for her. Then there's also all the implements she brings. You should see our luggage for a weekend. Looks like a week's worth of stuff.
Of course, it's all worth it. We play like crazed college students on a bender, getting up late, eating like fiends to catch up on energy, sharing our previous night's adventures, mentally gearing up for our next play session, staying up 'till 2, 3, 4 am. Instead of beer bongs it's paddles, however.
And when it's all over it's party drop. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's hard. You spend days (if not weeks or months for some--and you know who you are!) gearing up. There's the mental energy put into the prep to play, the exhaustion both mentally and physically from the actual play, the adrenaline that peaks and ebbs and the resultant physiological shift that ensues from that. There's the anticipation of the new: what's going to happen at the party? Who am I going to meet I haven't met before? Will there be drama?
Of course, there's also the renewing of old friendships, the introduction to new, the closeness you share, the camaraderie of being together with a buncha really great weirdos like yourself.
And then it's over. The anticipation done in a blink of an eye. And you're on a plane, train or car (or all three!), exhausted, happily sleeping it off like a frat boy...a really kinky, sore-handed frat boy.