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Saturday, August 3, 2002
04:31 PM PST (link)
Friday, August 2, 2002
I spanked a boy last night. A boy who wasn't my boyfriend. Well, actually I paddled a complete stranger last night in front of a bunch of people.
And I paid for the privilege.
See, at Bingo with the Sisters, they have a paddle which they use for spankings if people misbehave, if they call bingo improperly, if their cellphones ring, if they have birthdays, if they look like they need a good spanking...really, for any reason or no reason at all. A nervous-looking guy named Brad won a door prize raffle and made an offhand comment about being worried that he'd get paddled onstage. Well, a nun heard that, and somehow things snowballed into an auction for a paddling. The proceeds went to the Sister's charities, so what harm could come from bidding?
Perhaps I got a little too into the spirit of things. People at the table with me threw in extra cash to outbid another group. In all, we donated $72 for nine swats with the paddle. I was pleased when we won. Then I realized they were waiting for me to get up onstage to paddle him. What? I had missed that part.
We were introduced by MaryMae ("Brad, this is Casey. Now bend over.") and had a formal photo-op shaking hands (A handshake? Oh my god, you ARE straight, aren't you?) and I gave him nine swats on the backside. There's another one who won't be coming back to Bingo. I almost felt a little bad for him, except that I didn't hit very hard.
Sister Edith: You hit like a girl.
Congratulations on a wild and woolly and successful bingo night, Edith.
12:15 AM PST (link)
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
Keep Manhattan, Just Give Me That Countryside.
02:04 AM PST (link)
Sunday, July 28, 2002
Tickets, Money, Passport!
So my vacation started yesterday. Sure didn't feel like it, but I'm slowly coming around. Normally I would spend my Sunday dreading work tomorrow, but that feeling has definitely abated by the realization that I'm late! The Boyfriend and I are heading up to points north (just like William Ted,) but rather than pack and shower and eat, I've spent the past hour putting tunes on my iPod. Whoops. (Thankfully the BF has been delayed this morning too, so I'm not doing too badly.)
I think the Boyfriend is right: it's easier to get into a vacation mood when you take a trip, however short. See you Tuesday.
11:54 AM PST (link)