Part 2 of the epic saga known as Chether
Day 2 is more of a love story, with a little Chuck drama thrown in:
It's 9am on Saturday morning. I've been sleeping on and off all night in the car by this point. I'm chilled to the bone. I'm confused as to what actually happened, as I was quite drunk. I was thankful that I did not sit in the driver's seat drunk. I was quite glad the front door was unlocked when I got back to her complex.
When I got to her door, and she answered it, there was a little confusion in the air. I explained how I left to go get my bags, and that I slept in the car. She kinda laughed at me, and then got back into bed. We had another 2 hours until we had to get up and start getting ready, so a warm bed, with a beautiful woman in it, sounded absolutely amazing to me.
At first I was a little nervouse about spooning her. I didn't want to make things uncomfortable, as we were drunk when we were messing around the night before. As I laid down, she put my arm around her body, and instantly I felt at home. I began to caress her, and kiss her, and things led into love making. So it's been quite a while since my last sexual experience, and lasting 10 minutes was fine for me. It wasn't about the time though, it was about her and I as one for that time period.
Having sex with this woman is unrivaled by any I have been with before. She has an energy about herself that makes it like a game. She has the perfect scent and taste, head to toe. Her level of kink is almost perfect. I become addicted to sex when I even think about her and I together in bed.
Anyways, we showered, got ready for our trip, and went to have breakfast at the diner. The diner is a 24 hour namesake. It's delicious, yet greasy and evil. I spent some time there Friday night with a Christian Crusader who called Heather a couple of times for me (when I was locked out). I had a Cheesesteak Omelette (I was in PA for Pete's sake, I had to have something cheesesteak). We talked a bit here and there at breakfast, mostly about serving tables and hangovers, hrrmm wonder why.
The drive over there was amazing. It was a tough drive, as I was in a rental car that I did not rent, in a state that I did not register as I was traveling in, and freezing rain. It was absolutely beautiful too see the trees bowing over due to the water and ice. I felt in a winter wonderland for the most part. Too bad noone let me borrow some web-space to put photos up.
Heather and I spent most of the drive over there talking, singing songs, and causing sexual frustration. We both seem very open about sexual experiences and desires, and it is rough to talk that way as we drive 70 down a highway. Damn her for being sexual.
When we arrived in Cleveland, the traffic wasn't too bad at all. Blessed Mapquest gave us bunk directions though. We ended up driving circles around Cleveland for a fair amount of time before we finally called them. Turned out we were like one block away when we called. The Host at the House of Blues knew exactly what building we were talking about that looked like a set of jimmy and beans.
We ended up parking the car and getting a hotel room at the Hyatt. There was a damn shopping mall on the bottom floor of the Hyatt, and we got a room on the 4th floor for $140 after taxes and all that. Wasn't too bad. The room was beautiful. Large bed, open room, decent bathroom (that Heather plugged up so elegantly in the first 20 minutes).
We had a couple of beers, had great sex, and watched pool on television. We drank about 5 beers each before heading over to the House of Blues. On the way there (it's literally 50 yards from the hotel), a guy calls out to us and offers to sell us Hash. I proceed to inform this gentleman that Heather is my cousin (I love drug dealers, they like to hit on single women), and that I was not interested in it. He started hitting on her so much that she turned a little red. It was funny.
When we walked into the HOB, it was absolutely packed, and neither of us were really that hungry, so we decided to eat an appetizer at the bar. When we had enough beers there, we got in line. Found out we couldn't take our camera's into the concert. Makes sense now, but I was like "It's not for the band, it's more for her and my time." I ended up giving him the batteries, so we could go on.
As for anyone in the Cleveland area (mostly you trin) then I recommend you get your lazy asses to the HOB. It's a wonderful bar, with great food, decent beer prices, and the music hall is spec-fucking-tacular. We searched around for a decent spot to stand/sit. We ended up just standing in the front row of the floor, patiently awaiting the beginning of the concert.
Now I've been kind of skeptical about a cover band, but these guys were amazing. They started the show exactly how I would have started the show. Loud. Heather instantly broke into tears, and we held each other throughout the entire show. The music was on the spot. I thought Pink Floyd was actually on the stage, that's how good they were ;).
When the band started our song, "Wish You Were Here" Heather began to sob uncontrollably. It was such a strong emotional moment. I felt love again. Hearing the song live, holding her close, feeling every bit of it, I was weak in the knees. Or very very drunk.
At some point during the concert, Heather and I were fed Mushrooms. Mine did not work at all. She got loopy and laughed so hard. Maybe her bodysize and lack of food absorbed it better than mine. We didn't really get to eat much, so I can now see how hers worked. Or I was dicked because I wasn't a hot girl.
Anyways, after an amazing performance, Heather and I headed back to our hotel. What night at the House of Blues would be complete without a homeless man with icecicles hanging from his dreads playing the sax on the streets? Heather ran over and gave him 10 bucks. Turns out the guy has made like $2,000 that night. We went back to the hotel and she and I had a great laugh. I videotaped her being drunk (high), and talking shit all night. Rather hilarious. Bad part was she fell at some point, and injured her thumb.
Overall Saturday was a very good day. We exchanged a few short comments here or there, but the majority of the day was spent sharing time, getting close and enjoying each other in every way possible. Saturday is the day that caused my head to spin up and around.
We had a great time on Saturday. The rest of the drama filled story is tomorrow's work ;)
Chuckie
It's 9am on Saturday morning. I've been sleeping on and off all night in the car by this point. I'm chilled to the bone. I'm confused as to what actually happened, as I was quite drunk. I was thankful that I did not sit in the driver's seat drunk. I was quite glad the front door was unlocked when I got back to her complex.
When I got to her door, and she answered it, there was a little confusion in the air. I explained how I left to go get my bags, and that I slept in the car. She kinda laughed at me, and then got back into bed. We had another 2 hours until we had to get up and start getting ready, so a warm bed, with a beautiful woman in it, sounded absolutely amazing to me.
At first I was a little nervouse about spooning her. I didn't want to make things uncomfortable, as we were drunk when we were messing around the night before. As I laid down, she put my arm around her body, and instantly I felt at home. I began to caress her, and kiss her, and things led into love making. So it's been quite a while since my last sexual experience, and lasting 10 minutes was fine for me. It wasn't about the time though, it was about her and I as one for that time period.
Having sex with this woman is unrivaled by any I have been with before. She has an energy about herself that makes it like a game. She has the perfect scent and taste, head to toe. Her level of kink is almost perfect. I become addicted to sex when I even think about her and I together in bed.
Anyways, we showered, got ready for our trip, and went to have breakfast at the diner. The diner is a 24 hour namesake. It's delicious, yet greasy and evil. I spent some time there Friday night with a Christian Crusader who called Heather a couple of times for me (when I was locked out). I had a Cheesesteak Omelette (I was in PA for Pete's sake, I had to have something cheesesteak). We talked a bit here and there at breakfast, mostly about serving tables and hangovers, hrrmm wonder why.
The drive over there was amazing. It was a tough drive, as I was in a rental car that I did not rent, in a state that I did not register as I was traveling in, and freezing rain. It was absolutely beautiful too see the trees bowing over due to the water and ice. I felt in a winter wonderland for the most part. Too bad noone let me borrow some web-space to put photos up.
Heather and I spent most of the drive over there talking, singing songs, and causing sexual frustration. We both seem very open about sexual experiences and desires, and it is rough to talk that way as we drive 70 down a highway. Damn her for being sexual.
When we arrived in Cleveland, the traffic wasn't too bad at all. Blessed Mapquest gave us bunk directions though. We ended up driving circles around Cleveland for a fair amount of time before we finally called them. Turned out we were like one block away when we called. The Host at the House of Blues knew exactly what building we were talking about that looked like a set of jimmy and beans.
We ended up parking the car and getting a hotel room at the Hyatt. There was a damn shopping mall on the bottom floor of the Hyatt, and we got a room on the 4th floor for $140 after taxes and all that. Wasn't too bad. The room was beautiful. Large bed, open room, decent bathroom (that Heather plugged up so elegantly in the first 20 minutes).
We had a couple of beers, had great sex, and watched pool on television. We drank about 5 beers each before heading over to the House of Blues. On the way there (it's literally 50 yards from the hotel), a guy calls out to us and offers to sell us Hash. I proceed to inform this gentleman that Heather is my cousin (I love drug dealers, they like to hit on single women), and that I was not interested in it. He started hitting on her so much that she turned a little red. It was funny.
When we walked into the HOB, it was absolutely packed, and neither of us were really that hungry, so we decided to eat an appetizer at the bar. When we had enough beers there, we got in line. Found out we couldn't take our camera's into the concert. Makes sense now, but I was like "It's not for the band, it's more for her and my time." I ended up giving him the batteries, so we could go on.
As for anyone in the Cleveland area (mostly you trin) then I recommend you get your lazy asses to the HOB. It's a wonderful bar, with great food, decent beer prices, and the music hall is spec-fucking-tacular. We searched around for a decent spot to stand/sit. We ended up just standing in the front row of the floor, patiently awaiting the beginning of the concert.
Now I've been kind of skeptical about a cover band, but these guys were amazing. They started the show exactly how I would have started the show. Loud. Heather instantly broke into tears, and we held each other throughout the entire show. The music was on the spot. I thought Pink Floyd was actually on the stage, that's how good they were ;).
When the band started our song, "Wish You Were Here" Heather began to sob uncontrollably. It was such a strong emotional moment. I felt love again. Hearing the song live, holding her close, feeling every bit of it, I was weak in the knees. Or very very drunk.
At some point during the concert, Heather and I were fed Mushrooms. Mine did not work at all. She got loopy and laughed so hard. Maybe her bodysize and lack of food absorbed it better than mine. We didn't really get to eat much, so I can now see how hers worked. Or I was dicked because I wasn't a hot girl.
Anyways, after an amazing performance, Heather and I headed back to our hotel. What night at the House of Blues would be complete without a homeless man with icecicles hanging from his dreads playing the sax on the streets? Heather ran over and gave him 10 bucks. Turns out the guy has made like $2,000 that night. We went back to the hotel and she and I had a great laugh. I videotaped her being drunk (high), and talking shit all night. Rather hilarious. Bad part was she fell at some point, and injured her thumb.
Overall Saturday was a very good day. We exchanged a few short comments here or there, but the majority of the day was spent sharing time, getting close and enjoying each other in every way possible. Saturday is the day that caused my head to spin up and around.
We had a great time on Saturday. The rest of the drama filled story is tomorrow's work ;)
Chuckie