Sort of… Before I get into my party update, I want to preface this with a note about privacy. A lot of people have a lot of different reasons to want their privacy respected in the scene. I want my privacy respected and will show the same respect for others. Anything I talk about here is with consent from the other parties involved and really can’t identify any particular person. In some cases, I’m even using fake names to substitute fake names. So now that we can all feel better about that, let’s go on to the stories.
After months of anticipation, the SCONY Mountain Weekend had arrived. One of my favorite places to be. I figured it would be a very busy weekend for me with all the little side projects I’d had going on prior to arriving, such as the Top 30 Things NOT To Say To A Top countdown. Well, I did have a disclaimer in place. I said that you SHOULDN’T say them! Do you think that helped my case? Yeah, it didn’t.
I was booked for the red-eye to JFK on Wednesday night. My flight was delayed 2 hours because they were missing a screw for the fuel door and couldn’t take off. Nice. We eventually had to get off the plane and board another one that was put together properly and then take off. As if I wasn’t going to be tired enough already. Fortunately it was a direct flight for me for once, so I didn’t have to worry about missing a connecting flight as many others on board did. Despite all that, the thing that some of the New Yorkers were most concerned about was finding out if the Yankees had won that night. They hadn’t, much to fedora hat guy’s dismay. (Seriously, what’s with New Yorkers and fedoras?)
Even 2 hours late, I landed about 8 am on Thursday. Mr. C picked me up and as he was packing I finished making copies of the aforementioned Top 30 Things list that I planned to give to everyone at the weekend. Then we hit the road along with our friend M. We went to a diner where I discovered what “egg cream” was, an interesting drink that has neither eggs or cream in it. You’ll have to get a definition from a New Yorker. After that we were off to the resort. I laugh at the different perceptions of time between East coasters and West coasters, but we got there in under 3 hours and apparently made good time.
I said my hellos and met a lot of new people. We chatted for a while and I got things settled into my room. Our hosts Ms. M and Mr. R arrived a little while before dinner and I was greeted with a “Hello, dead woman walking!” Sign of things to come? Yeah… Everyone gathered together for dinner, it was a really big crowd for a Thursday night. Lots of excited chatting and catching up and trying to memorize all the new people’s names. It’s always nice to have a face to put with the screen names. After dinner, a lot of us headed to the lounge for karaoke. This is one of my favorite parts of the weekend. I know some people loathe karaoke but I always have fun with it and here was about to come into play another one of my side projects for the weekend.
I had a full song list ready to go. “Do You Really Want To Hurt Me” by Culture Club is always a hit. I also sang it at a previous weekend and had someone smacking the bar with a paddle and yelling “Yes!” at every chorus. I dedicated “Arthur’s Theme” by Christopher Cross to my friend Arthur. I sang “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac and “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” by Pat Benatar. That one got an interesting reaction from one in attendance who joined me up front in an attempt to playfully paddle me. Lol. A group of us sang “Another Brick In The Wall, Pt 2” by Pink Floyd and also “Hold On Tight” by ELO. And although it was like pulling teeth to get some of them up there with me, my other group number came together. Many are probably familiar with the song “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah, here I am at Camp Grenada…” I had written a parody of that to be about the Scony mountain weekend. Some of the lines being “At the Scony mountain weekend/Where my poor bottom is sure to get a beatin'” etc. I thought it was really funny and turned out pretty well with all of us singing it. Got a lot of compliments and people wanting copies of the words.
I was pretty sung out at this point, and people were probably sick of hearing me. Lol. I had mentioned in a text to someone earlier in the week that I always go untouched on Thursdays. I got a “keep dreaming” sort of reply to that. Well, Thursday night was officially over, it was 12:02 am. I loudly announced that it was now Friday and I had indeed gone untouched on Thursday. A few of us left the lounge and ended up going to the hot tub. Another mention was made of the fact that I had gone untouched on Thursday to which my friend A quipped, “It’s still Thursday in Utah time.” Indeed, it was.
I went back to my room to shower and get ready for bed. With the red-eye flight interrupting a night of sleep, I had been up since I woke up Wednesday morning which had been nearly 48 hours ago at that point. Under no normal circumstances could I survive on such little sleep, but at these parties I somehow survive. My mind is just too wired to sleep half the time and I never want to miss anything. You know what can help you go to sleep? A spanking, of course. Mr. C came by my room and gave me a bedtime spanking. He pulled me over his knee and scolded me for my smart aleck comments about not being spanked on Thursdays. I’d forgotten how hard his hand is. I think the hot tub had worked as a tenderizer, his message got through very quickly. He told me to get to bed and I was soon pretty much passed out.
Technically, that happened about 2:30 in the morning, so it was Friday in Eastern time and Mountain time. So I was still right. Just sayin’. Tops don’t read, right? Right? This only covered the first day of the weekend, but to keep this post at a manageable length I will pause here. More to come.