The last few days have been rather hectic with the packing. We are preparing to take off, to transform into our relaxed selves.
Yeah. Right. That's is what packing does....relax you. NOT! Last night it was ‘what corsets do I take’ along with trying on different tops, skirts, and jungle/mountain top wear. This looks about right for the jungle maiden right?
Because I am not taking a sword or spear! Also, should I take my wings, or pick up a pair of white wings special just for this trip? Since I have a nice white dress to wear (originally I was going to put blood on it, it is very bridal, very fu-fu!). Will this impress the people of Hawaii, will I become a legend in later guidebooks? 
Do I spend too much time picking out my wardrobe? Or even more fantasizing how it will look? YES. (But I did get picked up two days ago, and got a marriage proposal this week - from a dude, and he was LEGAL age too! And I don't think he gets a senior discount yet.)
Cheryl has told me that she is going to Hawaii now to FIND POCKY! Not just any pocky but a very specific flavor she has heard exists in Hawaii called The Brazilian. Cheryl loves her pocky. 
I am tempted, in a younger sister kind of feeling, to tell her I know where it is and direct her to a beauty shop where leg and other waxing occurs. Then, as the GOOD younger sister I am, tell Cheryl to tell them that she wants The Brazilian and can she have it right now! That’s something a younger sister would do, right? Something which might get me bopped but would be SOOOOOOO worth it!
As for me, I am practicing my phrase, “I don’t know how that happened?”, “I didn’t see the warning?”, “Was there a sign, I didn’t see it?” These are all very useful when you are planning to maximize your good time by ignoring every warning and trying to play the crip card to gain access before pushing every button in sight. Like here, I don’t know where the water came from, “I don’t know how that happened”. 
So getting ready for Hawaii.
I am burning a new mix, a Hawaii mix including some Within Temptation, which I will make a nice movie of when I get back. That way Linda and I can listen while on the plane. 
Um, Cheryl has an IPOD which holds like a billion songs, she can fend for herself. I have only 130 songs on my MP3 player!
I am also, have already created labels for postcards once we FIND postcards to post. And assuming we find a postal box in the jungle regions to post them in.
But I live in hope, we may even pack a few stamps and a color or two for the evenings. You never know. But yes, three pages of addresses (see, no week without!).
What frustrates me is that I do not have a bikini! I want a bikini, all the anime characters have a bikini, why do I have an old one piece from years ago? 
Okay, maybe I am a bit long in the body but that would be perfect for…a bikini! I live in hope that we can, in our time in Seattle drop by Victoria Secret and see if they have a Bikini for me, and while we are there, we can of course just see what type of bra and panty sets are available, get all three of us in a room – come on, we are lesbians on vacation! 
I just realized, this is like some hetero male fantasy. Back to the important stuff: ME - Actually, I would be okay if I got a NEW and cool one piece like this one (I do have the kitty ears for the beach!). And the words on the swimsuit are ME, “Only forward”
– that is not just a person ideology, but a demand from ME to my BOOBS! C cup here we come!
Hawaii is all about beaches, beaches and breasts. We have lotion, we have sandals, we have brushes for getting sand out of odd places.
I was going through what Linda had packed throwing out vibrators, throwing in vibrators, holding harnesses up to the light with my head cocked to the side (hmmm, is she thinking for me or her?). I was putting in more vibrators. “We need more batteries, many, many more batteries.” I told Linda, “Just in case….for the…um…..MP3 player.” See, I am a total innocent. Linda is the horny one. 
The last part of this post is a game I have wanted to play for a long time, which is the “Name Game” which is fun to play in the UK with pubs, and fun to play in the US with diners. So this name game is open to eateries and pubs of all kinds. What are the three strangest named places you have eaten, or just a strange restaurant where you have eaten? 
For example, before it became popular I ate at a restaurant in the mountains of Malibu, in a windmill, with no electricity where the food, vegan, was made while priests chanted over it. It was called Inn of the Seventh Ray! It was, due to only having one little candle hard to tell if you got your order or not, was this the ‘eggplant of plenty’ or the ‘tomato and squash unification’? In the UK I drank at the Heath, and some places with long Welsh names which escape my spelling now. Also the Slug and Lettuce and the Sprocket. Over here, the place we used to go on road trips in the US was, no kidding, a Diner chain called, Little Black Sambo’s. Now, no longer in business. Odd that (maybe the openly racist menu had some part in that). Then I went regularly to Don Quixote, which had a Don Quixote in armor at the front. The Diner here in town is Pluto’s (the planet, ex-planet, not the Dog of Disney fame).
They have malt shakes!
See, this is the restaurant which I run with Linda (and Cheryl), here is me feeding Linda her favorite food, Strawberries! Yum.
Maybe that will be the name of the Diner, ‘Yum’, or 'Yum: where flirting and groping by your servers with each other is likely'.
So there you have it. Please tell me the names, and the stories: whether it is some fancy restaurant
with a name which translates to ‘Best snails and bull testicles here!’ or some local diner that is called Mom’s but actually you can only order IF you bring a mother. I want to know! Because I am already a little crazy from all the packing (like you may not have noticed) and need something light to cheer us all up. So please, what are some odd named places you have eaten? What is your diner story? And yes, I too learned at a fancy restaurant that those things which LOOK like onion rings but are chewy, are NOT onion rings but octopus related I think.
Okay, back to the lesbian sleepover! Of which it turns out there is a sad and horrific side. No, no, not talking about that incident where we ran out of batteries. What I mean is the true, and sometimes competitively viscous aspect which emerges during the lesbian sleepover. Yes…the bathroom! 
Think about it, one bathroom and lots of women…gets to be the grand central station in the morning! But that’s the other thing, people waking up at all sorts of different times.
Means one person is warmed up and ready to roll, while everyone else is still in bed (and thankfully SO!). It takes a wee bit of adjusting.
But in the end we do find that at least for SOME of us, our patterns seem to make the NIGHT a very nice place indeed. 
Ahh, did I forget to mention that this might be another post that isn’t going to be EXACTLY PG. Sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier but was distracted by the kitty cat on my naked BUTT!
Anyway, even the best of friends need time to sneak away for a bit. So during a break Cheryl takes her por…..I mean illustrated manga to the couch while I head off with my, um, high brow reading material, like this woman here;
it is kind of difficult to determine what she might be reading (since she has the UKE figure attached to her bag!). Oh right, for future reference, the less dominant guy is the Uke, the more dominant one is the Seme – the Seme also seems to be the one who gets an adam’s apple, poor Uke’s seem to have problems with voices changing or something.
I had gotten some picture books and other books from Japan (see, Yaoi has VERY good resale value, and I ended up with someone’s collection, but the trick is, you have to READ it, to resell it – plus I had some picture books from artists who had an....um....diversity of tastes). For example here is what will happen in the USA AFTER the “don’t act, don’t tell” policy is done away with. Yes, that’s right, MORE soldiers will be playing CHESS.
This can only be good for strategic thinking! I can’t see what is odd about guys playing chess (I think more and more of them should!), so strike that policy down!
I was also really hoping that Neil and our other archery experts could let me know, “Are they doing the scoring right?” in this picture.
I know accuracy is important in these anime archery pictures and I don’t know if they are counting the points correctly or not. I think if the guys who are into archery could just gaze into this picture for a REALLY long time, and then let me know, that would be very helpful! Thanks.
And for those who are into historic costume and Japanese kimono’s I think you will find this picture interesting.
As you can see by the patterning......he is TOTALLY nibbling that guy’s ear. And they both seem to kind of like it! And there are cat ears and a mask, indicating love at a festival. I need to find these festivals! Seriously, send me back to Japan...PLEASE!
Now before you are like, “Oh, God, here we go, getting our mind gender bending by Elizabeth again!”, no, no, I did bring some pictures of girls TOO. For example, here is one by my favorite artist, Kazue Yamamoto.
Now, first, I do love braids, they get me a tingling. And she has the sexy glasses look too, but what is with the suit and tie? Is this a lesbian girl? No, no, wait, I am remembering this girl in a FAR more romantic setting, indeed in the ultimate romantic setting as….a snow bunny.
Look, there she is, okay, with a GUY admittedly (dump him, he can’t make you happy like I can), and in this one she has a MUCH longer braid (oh so hot!), and that ‘just a little too large’ sexy sweater thing going on and wings. Okay, admittedly, this is supposed to be Yaoi, but I just can’t help but look at those splayed legs and hair ribbon and think…..sigh. One for our side (or meant to be anyway!).
And this brings us back to one of our favorite Uke’s (no, sadly NOT the butch lesbian and the femme uke) but who was referred to by readers as “cow eyes” and who I like to call Qwen (for reasons I will explain as we go along). Okay, here is Qwen and his (her?) lover, united again, with wings.
Qwen, or Quinn, if you wish, totally has down the “I’m so vulnerable and innocent, won’t you save me!" look. Which sadly, often is a MAJOR turn on for our Seme’s who then love to see the innocence of Qwen/Quinn slowly stripped away. But of course, like a good Uke, Qwen is totally innocent even after numerous betrayals. And needs saving like, every 20-30 minutes. Quew/Quinn can't open a can of soup without needing saving!
Now, here is Qwen, who we are SUPPOSED to believe is a boy, with some of the major characters of this series called something like “No Money” 
because Qwen owns this HUGE debt and of course HE, the guy who gets a chest that is flat and an adam’s apple, holds the bill. And no matter how Qwen tries to pay it off, it goes wrong. And of course, it turns out that the dude’s tough and mean exterior and tricks reveal a secret soft side that really cares for the Uke, Qwen (or so Uke’s frequently tell themselves, usually while the Seme person is asleep because while awake the Seme is usually teasing the Uke in one way or another).
Okay, before we get into gender bender and getting horny over things so I’m not sure whether I am straight or lesbian or what anymore, let’s have one nice picture of the Uke in the snow. 
Awww, so cute, you just want to cuddle poor Qwen who it doesn’t seem will EVER have a clue how the real world works (and thus needs to find someone to take care of him/her – any volunteers!).
Okay, now we get the close up, and here is why I have named this Uke: Qwen, because this is the picture and what do you see? 
Or rather what do you not see? I see silky smooth skin (estrogen!), the same with the face, and tap pants hiked up to be virtually a thong! But I don’t see…..THE PACKAGE! I see rounded bum and I see place where if there is something to see, something should be seen right....right? The problem is, those eyes, that hair. No, no, no Elizabeth, do not get aroused until you are sure, I mean, what if the word got around that you were staring for long, long periods at a guy and getting the tingles?
So we go to the next shot, because that will tell us for sure! We have the ‘harem’ shot here of the parting of the veils with Gwen revealed. 
And all suddenly, for no reason, Linda and Cheryl are startled by my shouting, “SEE, SEE, look at those hips, look at them!!!!!” I turn and they are looking at ME. I make a throat noise and say, “Sorry, just a cough.” But in my mind it is ‘oh baby, LOOK at those hips – yeah, a little on the thin side but I think they’ll do a delivery JUST FINE!’ So now, see, it is Qwen to me, and so now I can feel WHATEVER I want I am I still a lesbian.
Well until this picture on the next page. A classic erotic Arabian Night tale.
Okay, I admit it, my mind seems to be selectively viewing this scene becuase it arouses me! I KNOW that I am looking at a flat exposed chest. I just prefer to think of it as a AAA breasts with a bit of development needed because LOOK at those hips and that thong, my goodness do they come out (and disappear)! I mean that is erotic right? And who knows or cares if my brain is saying, “But gee, the top is awfully flat!”, the rest of me is saying, “No! Don’t move, don’t start the rocking or the friction! No, stop that, no friction!!!! Okay, yes, eyes say erotic, eyes say (fire inside says), ‘what I see is good for me!’ (I think we might definitely be in gender bender land now!)
Now here we have a scene. Oh, the look of longing from our Uke. The Seme turning.
Is this when they first fell in love? Did the Seme buy the freedom of Qwen from a house of ill repute (though she looks pretty hot!)? Or is this where the Uke waits, waits until the Seme is done with his friends. What is the look saying, “Save me.”, or “I love you.” Or “Come home to me?”
Anyway, here is Qwen, flying back to her love (remember, theoretically she is a boy, but I am going with what my groin is telling ME, and well, maybe I have gone straight because I want to be the one to save the UKE, I want Qwen to be racing home to me!) in a gown with enough fabric to open a shop.
Oh, yeah, I have Linda. Right! Um....well, books are where we get to have fantasy right? So I am sure she will understand!
Ah, and here is Qwen (still in some sort of gown) back in her lover’s arms, bound (a bit literally, but stylishly on one arm) in love. 
Or maybe because she keeps getting lost and needing to get rescued, like all the women who fall for the superheroes (Lois Lane could end up having someone shove her off a cliff or point a gun at her in less than 15 minutes, on a desert island!...she just had this knack for it!). Anyway, not loving the big broad chest thing, but hey, at least he had the decency to wax his. And guys are like 25% of the population or something so I suppose someone has to be hetero. Of course if someone like Qwen is classified as a guy I could um, you know, go for doing a little rescuing of Qwen, if that was called for (like Qwen doesn’t need to be rescued from herself/himself about four times a day; probably almost strangled themselves with the mittens up above trying to get them off!). Does that make me straight? And if it does, then where (to be blunt), is the ‘tackle’?
Well, I am going to put my book mark in there for today, though I could go on with more pictures.
Because while it might be snowy outside, I am WARM, and tingling. Woo ha! I wonder where Linda is, and if she will hit me on the head, when I mutter, “Oh Qwen, do you need some rescuing?” Because quite honestly, I don’t think explaining that statement is going to get me any, well...any of ANYTHING, not even if I show the pictures. But right now I am, um, whew, it sure it hot in here!
Anyway, that was my gender bender tour of me going straight (maybe) for a while though the land of Yaoi. But now we are back in Yuri land and I have to get ready for tomorrow, because I think we are having a picnic. And as well all know, while we can’t have PILLOW FIGHTS at picnics, lesbians tend to dress like THIS for them.
Um, well yeah, that’s pretty close if you just imagine jeans and doc martins for a few of our members instead of white gowns. But there probably will be hand holding, is that close enough?
So, this tour of the um, interesting twists of Elizabeth’s mind is over, please don’t leave any luggage behind as you exit the ride, and enjoy your stay in lesbian sleepover land!
On to Part III
Well, the Americans and stuffed with Turkey while for the rest of us it is just another cold day (except for those in Australia, where summer is starting). And of course, like most people, our thoughts turn to not politics, or such things but LESBIANS. 
Yes, what is it that lesbians do that make them so fun to make movies about, and why are they always in groups squirting water on each other. I mean, they get to do and say what they want, it is like having lots of great girl friends, which is why a lot of hetero women (the poor confused things), like hanging with...yes....LESBIANS.
I don’t remember much of earlier today, except little bits now and then because I had a well, all I remember is the amount of pressure made me think that my eyes were going to fill with blood and then I lost consciousness. And when I woke up later I thought I was a person who killed people and brought in heads for bounty. And Linda explained that she is my handler and that Cheryl is my sister who I COULD have sex with but I don’t. But since my memory is of being the domestic maid or assistant to various males before I would find their moment of unhappiness and then free them from it (usually in back with an ice pick to the heart, with a twist to destroy all four chambers. But when I showed how then my handler Linda she said, “NOW, you’re scaring me.” 
Then she made me promise to not kill them tonight – I explained there was no reason to ‘expedite’ them (I only 'expedite' men!).) I explained that after ‘expediting’ someone I cut off their head and carried it out, usually wrapped in plastic in a cloth shopping bag, something to go with the economic station I was using at the time. Then I would be paid $5,000). I really wanted to go and find some target and make some money since Linda indicated not so good (I tend to have overlapping memories and go with the most vivid ones). Linda, said that my most vivid memories were actually a series of dreams during and after my seizure and that now I was sick and I was not to kill anyone today. So, that’s out she says. Just to let you know.
So what DO lesbians do when they get together? Well have baths together of COURSE! No, really we talk family and politics but no one wants to hear that so we will go with baths, and pillow fights! Seriously, once I woke up we had a bit of a party with a roast. Part of the reason for Cheryl to come over was to help us, both Linda and I a break; me in not having to work five to ten hours a day on Linda’s stuff, that is Cheryl’s thing now. The other plan was to get me some reserves in some hopes that my heart is able to stabilize because right now two chambers are working about 60% and the other two chambers are more like 40% and I am maxed out on all three pain killers and heart meds, which are just masking agents, when I switch over (need to take more) it hurts so much to take a breath that I pass out a little each time.
So we invited Strength to our party (we certainly NEED her!), 
which was a roast with corn and wine to toast to Dawn and her Brother, who died a year ago yesterday. Dawn right now is struggling with grief and memories AND working hard on a fellowship due on Friday. Maybe we should send Strength to go visit her too! But we toasted and of course, the problem is that once you invite Strength, you don’t know who is going to show up, which turned out to be Temperance.
Now this is the problem, Temperance is HOT, but after the fifth time of going, “Yes, yes, I know ALL the reasons why I should drink water and its essential cleansing properties!” and then drink my red wine (which is good for my heart – take THAT Temperance), she essentially goes into the mental “high maintenance box.” This is where you might have a one night stand and stay ‘good friends’ but sheesh, living with that kind of obsession all the time, not for me! While Strength, dang, I wamted to BE Strength, not to sleep with her, because she is action girl AND has a big kitty – sort of living bliss!
Earlier we had gotten in some books from Japan, art books that were recommended (it turns out my MEN, and I thought they were women – or maybe they were recommended by women…strange women!), and there was one artist that had a lot of really great pictures including some um, very girl to girl friendly pictures. Only there was three girls, it seemed and there was a object which looked honestly like a hot dog bun closed on a hot dog, and a white dot for censoring over the end. We debated over this and in the end gave it to Cheryl with, “Hey you said you knew lesbians who like gay porn, tell us, what IS that?” Turns out it is some sort of anatomical rendering of well, the guy bit. I was, “Are you SURE, I mean, look at that seam down the side, that is definitely a hot dog bun!” She suggested maybe he was using a hot dog bun as a model, but that this was the “classic cum shot” – the what? Anyway, we were like, but they are three women? Then I remembered being told about a type of Japanese animation which is a popular subcult where women are changed and have the male bit which allows you to pee standing up but otherwise all normal. So we concluded this was that, and then turned the page quickly. Because looking at girls with girls in the “classic tumble” scene (you know, two girls sprawled across each other because one fell and then the other just HAPPENED to fall on her and they are just having problems getting up) equals FUN, looking at hot dog buns= “Ewwww!” – this is why I am against the rampant ideas of heterosexualism which are taught in schools.
Anyway, things sort of degenerated from there in terms of sexual inuenndo. And here is a picture of Linda, 
who is looking pensive and far above the shenanigans of Cheryl and I who are going, “Lady if you can do that with your breast, go back and see your enhancement surgeon because he did it WRONG!” Or, “Hey, a Wedding Day MIGHT be the time to wear a BRA, sheesh, trying looking in the mirror once in a while! Jeez!”
While actually she is coming up with even more complicated and potentially lewd short comments 
which as you see here leave me not only speechless and blushing! Oh Linda, when oh when did you see female anal strap-ons? I know about the Feeldoe but have you been shopping without me. Hey (alarmed expression on my face) what exactly is happening tonight! And Tomorrow Night!? Cheryl says she brought her ipod and can put the sound up REALLY loud! Er?
Well, after I woke up and clarified who my handler (Linda) says I can have sex with. First she was, “Cheryl is your sister, but you COULD have sex with her, only you can’t.”
“Is she bad at it or something?” I asked.
Linda’s face went funny, “No, I mean, she not literally related but you don’t have sex with her.”
“I’m pretty sure I can satisfy you,” I said, and after a moments thought, “and after I'll have sex with Cheryl?”
Linda decided to have a more direct talk with me on who I am allowed to kiss or not!
I told Cheryl “I’m sorry, I can’t have sex with you until I satisfy Linda!”
This is seems was the WRONG understanding.
I think Linda actually likes it when I lose most of my memory (except when I tell how I kill or remove a head), because she gets to play keeper or mentor or older sister or something. She is bossy and she seems to be having fun. Off to the bath we go!
Hey, if I am going to be nestled in Linda’s breasts who am I to complain? But I just want to point out that is a waste of a vibrator rubber ducky to put it THERE.
Another thing I found out is that with Cheryl here, the people taking “care” of me not only outnumber me but they actually work in concert and I definitely feel in a minority. For example, when they decide I need a cool down, Linda and Cheryl actually seem to enjoy my yelps, and congratulate themselves on how well they are doing. 
You can see Cheryl here yelling lewd suggestions as well as places Linda might have missed. Linda is having a blast, Cheryl is having fun. My face says, “Cold!”
After this we watched an episode of Bones Season 3 where Bones and the Agent kiss (I tell you that Hetero stuff is EVERYWHERE!). So of course, I had to demonstrate to Linda that whatever they can do, we can do better, and longer, and with more tongue!
Er, if Linda's mom is reading, then just forget I wrote that last part! Anyway, after several minutes of, um, proving that hetero is just a passing phase, we were both so overcome with our success that we had to take a moment to stop and sort of take a few deep breaths (remember I have a bad heart). Also, somehow, our clothes had becomed loosened. Odd how that keeps happening.
Oh, is it too late to say this might not be a PG rated blog? Anyway, here is a nice PG rated picture. 
Linda says it reminds her of us, that and another picture I will show you tomorrow of the same couple (no photo right now). This is from Maria-sama, one of the best loved girl’s school lesbian themed anime dramas. Linda sees herself as the taller dark haired one and I am the shorter brown haired girl. I think Linda sees herself as the tall girl not because she sees herself as more mature, but that I am the one who always has my emotions right up there in the front of my face! While Linda is the one who has a calm and less emotional demenor even while I drag her into things. Or at least that is the way it works when we are at our best. Plus with me in the wheelchair, she is taller than me now. That’s just the way it is.
And for those who made it down this far, we are going to take a small break. I went today and got my Bisen protected and a few of them in the framing department with custom matte so I could get them framed. This was one of them and one of the few guys I have,
since I prefer girls (you might be just noticing that by now!). But he is in the traditional wear and with a mask that often worn at festivals. So I thought it would be a nice change for people who made it this far and LIKE guys (I mean besides the bisexual and gay guys who read this blog). I have heard this rumor. Is it true, does this guy look nice? I really can’t tell the difference but I know that other women see different types.
Anyway, it is late and I have to try and start going to bed at a normal time like 2:45 am instead of 5:40 am or 4:00 am! Let’s see, we hit anal sex, cum shots, the um ‘hot dog bun’, strap-ons, lesbian bath scenes, hot lesbian kissing and disrobing, what am I missing. Well, the bed scene, but since we have company, we are doing the “big lesbian romp” 
where we START sleeping separate and then, well, who is with whom when we wake up, who can say, accidents happen and people roll in their sleep. Now that is Linda and I in each other’s arms, and Cheryl with her arms back taking it all in with a sly smile. But who is it that joined us? Oh well, the more the merrier. Maybe tomorrow we will do postcards together (no that’s not sex slang, it is postcards, you know, cardboard and such?).
See ya……in the bed? Part II tomorrow.
Yeah. Right. That's is what packing does....relax you. NOT! Last night it was ‘what corsets do I take’ along with trying on different tops, skirts, and jungle/mountain top wear. This looks about right for the jungle maiden right?
Because I am not taking a sword or spear! Also, should I take my wings, or pick up a pair of white wings special just for this trip? Since I have a nice white dress to wear (originally I was going to put blood on it, it is very bridal, very fu-fu!). Will this impress the people of Hawaii, will I become a legend in later guidebooks? 
Do I spend too much time picking out my wardrobe? Or even more fantasizing how it will look? YES. (But I did get picked up two days ago, and got a marriage proposal this week - from a dude, and he was LEGAL age too! And I don't think he gets a senior discount yet.)
I am tempted, in a younger sister kind of feeling, to tell her I know where it is and direct her to a beauty shop where leg and other waxing occurs. Then, as the GOOD younger sister I am, tell Cheryl to tell them that she wants The Brazilian and can she have it right now! That’s something a younger sister would do, right? Something which might get me bopped but would be SOOOOOOO worth it!
So getting ready for Hawaii.
Um, Cheryl has an IPOD which holds like a billion songs, she can fend for herself. I have only 130 songs on my MP3 player!
But I live in hope, we may even pack a few stamps and a color or two for the evenings. You never know. But yes, three pages of addresses (see, no week without!).
Okay, maybe I am a bit long in the body but that would be perfect for…a bikini! I live in hope that we can, in our time in Seattle drop by Victoria Secret and see if they have a Bikini for me, and while we are there, we can of course just see what type of bra and panty sets are available, get all three of us in a room – come on, we are lesbians on vacation! 
I just realized, this is like some hetero male fantasy. Back to the important stuff: ME - Actually, I would be okay if I got a NEW and cool one piece like this one (I do have the kitty ears for the beach!). And the words on the swimsuit are ME, “Only forward”
– that is not just a person ideology, but a demand from ME to my BOOBS! C cup here we come!
I was going through what Linda had packed throwing out vibrators, throwing in vibrators, holding harnesses up to the light with my head cocked to the side (hmmm, is she thinking for me or her?). I was putting in more vibrators. “We need more batteries, many, many more batteries.” I told Linda, “Just in case….for the…um…..MP3 player.” See, I am a total innocent. Linda is the horny one. 
For example, before it became popular I ate at a restaurant in the mountains of Malibu, in a windmill, with no electricity where the food, vegan, was made while priests chanted over it. It was called Inn of the Seventh Ray! It was, due to only having one little candle hard to tell if you got your order or not, was this the ‘eggplant of plenty’ or the ‘tomato and squash unification’? In the UK I drank at the Heath, and some places with long Welsh names which escape my spelling now. Also the Slug and Lettuce and the Sprocket. Over here, the place we used to go on road trips in the US was, no kidding, a Diner chain called, Little Black Sambo’s. Now, no longer in business. Odd that (maybe the openly racist menu had some part in that). Then I went regularly to Don Quixote, which had a Don Quixote in armor at the front. The Diner here in town is Pluto’s (the planet, ex-planet, not the Dog of Disney fame).
They have malt shakes!
Maybe that will be the name of the Diner, ‘Yum’, or 'Yum: where flirting and groping by your servers with each other is likely'.
with a name which translates to ‘Best snails and bull testicles here!’ or some local diner that is called Mom’s but actually you can only order IF you bring a mother. I want to know! Because I am already a little crazy from all the packing (like you may not have noticed) and need something light to cheer us all up. So please, what are some odd named places you have eaten? What is your diner story? And yes, I too learned at a fancy restaurant that those things which LOOK like onion rings but are chewy, are NOT onion rings but octopus related I think.
