EPIC FAIL

Yikes, I can't believe it's been so long since I last blogged! Sorry, everyone.

What can I say? In the booty-call department it's been surprisingly slow as the Old Well, as I like to call him, has failed to lock down any specific booty-call agenda. James Marsden is MIA, which is mildly disappointing, though really-who expected him to stick around for very long? Not me, and I got what I wanted from him (and more--I got drinks, making out, and public nudity. Who can argue with that?)

And, the Harvard Writer and I were to have a date on Saturday night--for which he had given up the opportunity to go to a 'shrooms party (and this guy LOVES him some 'shrooms)--but he ended up contracting something yucky and sore-throaty, so he had to cancel. (When you're polyamorous, you run a much higher risk of contracting the common cold. Makes sense,)

So no date, no booty call, and frankly, not too much cooking going on either. As I said, epic fail.

However...you can't keep a good woman down...

'Cause this weekend the game's about to get more interesting. Because I'm headed to a wedding. And so's Mr. Ugly-Sexy (of dumpling party proposal fame.) We've got nothing but 48 hours of open bars and empty hotel rooms so...I have the feeling it's time to pack the handcuffs and kiss this dry spell good-bye.

I'll let you know how this goes. Obviously.