I just got home from Chicago. I'm exhausted, but I need to write. Trigger and Skoll just unloaded my car and drove off. Partner is off playing golf. This is the first time in six days I've been alone. It's quiet. It's empty in the house.
Some amazing things happened at IML.
1)I shared a two-bedroom suite with eight other guys (PupTrigger, PupSkoll, Jmat83, PecAssO, GearKidMN, VersChicagoBoy, Puck8954 and Wolfang), and it worked. I was expecting chaos, but everyone got along well, there was no drama, plenty of room, and some great eye candy (because we have standards of excellence).
3)I found the proper accessories to connect my TENS unit into a much more fun toy, along with some converters to fix my gas-masks to my rebreather bags. I didn't know they made this stuff. Yes, this might just mean I don't pay attention to details.
4)There are mummies, and there are mummies. The one I played with was the latter.
5)One of the most strained relationships of my life started to get glued back together. Why is this amazing? Because I probably wouldn't have spoken to him if we hadn't both been at IML. Oh yeah, and also because I stormed in to confront him during a play party like a crazed redheaded Charlie Sheen looking to cause a 'Domestic Disturbance' on Cops. Oops.
6)I went to the contest. Shocking I know. I was covering it for Leatherati. It actually wasn't that bad or even boring! Perhaps a bit lengthy, but overall, quite enjoyable. I blogged live (check out the "leatherati-live" link) and caught some really great moments.
7)I got to meet and shake hands with Chuck Renslow. *heart bubbles*
8)I had picked up my latex catsuit at the vendor market following repairs by Mr. S, only to have an EPIC latexplosion later that night. Seriously, the bitch just laid down and died. At least she waited until after I was done fisting someone while wearing her.
9)"Minnesota Drunk" has been defined as Canadian hockey-player levels of intoxication, yet provides the warmth of a Texan drunk. A "Night Nurse" is a new drink: a screwdriver with two shots of peach schnapps and topped with RedBull. That shit will get you Minnesota Drunk and make sure you can enjoy the whole night; ask JMat83 if you need those details.
10)I never once in six days felt like I needed a "break" from it all. It was an emotional rollercoaster in so many ways, but as I sit here right now at home, all I want to do is put on some latex or leather and go down to the lobby bar and get a drink and see some friends - but clearly, I can't. I'm at home, alone. It's over. It's a whole year before it happens again, but I can't wait to see all the friends that I now call family.
And that's the magic of IML.