I'm too scared....

Forewarning: I'm blogging from the passenger seat as Pete navigates us to our favorite city. We have a date!

But, that's for another blog. Point of the forewarning: the spelling in here may suck. And some words my be obliterated by autocorrect. But, fuck it. I have so much to say.

Today I was supposed to ship my friend the stripper pole she left in our hotel room at the last hotel party we went to. It didn't make it in the mail. The crazy thing here isn't the obvious. It's the friend.

I saw her and her bestfriend and their husbands at the first hotel takeover I ever attended,  a little under a year ago. I laid eyes on these two women and felt my breath catch.

All I felt was intimidation. There aren't very many things that intimidate me. And then there's really strong, edgy, beautiful women. These two women. I wasn't scared of them. I assumed that they wouldn't like me. I'm strawberry shortcake in pasties. Their that hot alien killer character in…

Catfishing? Or Social Media Norm?

I am scrolling Twitter tonight and I see a few of my fellow Tweeters talking about LS pre-event chat groups. My beautiful FL friend posted a question about personalities in a group chat and how they can vary from reality. Additionally, there are many types of personalities that really don't shine well through these chats, me being one of those people.

I rarely chat and almost never group chat. I hate texting. I hate phone calls, too really. I like face to face dialogue. So, if you only know about me what you've learned in a chat, you know my name is Sara.

This thread lead to a question of whether or not one gender is more infamous for catfishing over another.

Obviously I have more than 280 characters. so, I'm responding with this blog. You're welcome - sang like the Rock in Moana.

Let's just admit that the world, or at least the part of the world lucky or unlucky, depending on how you view it, enough to have the internet and social media, as a whole catfishes to so…

Excuse Me Sir, Your Wife Has Been Drugged. Part Two.

Now, let’s see…. Where was I?

Oh, right. We had made the decision that the environment was the vibe killer with our new friends, Aaron and Penny, and not Aaron and penny. We continued messaging with them for the next couple of weeks and planned a second date. I made a total mistake in those chat sessions promising what ACT II of that second date would be like.

So, I’m thinking on the next date, we just do dinner and then head to the hotel Is what I sent out. What the actual hell was I thinking then? I had not even kissed them on the first date! (Shocker, I know). What if they had sucked. I’m sorry. If you suck at kissing, we can’t play. Hard limit.

At that time, we had not really played that much. I really wanted to experience all the lifestyle had to offer as quickly as possible. In my mind, that was how that date was supposed to play out. I mean, we had enjoyed their company. As far away from the first date that I had gotten, I had pretty much convinced myself that the problem last…

Excuse Me Sir, Your Wife Has Been Drugged. Part One

Sometimes, you don’t have great chemistry on the first date. Sometimes that’s for a reason!

Pete and I met another couple online, Aaron and Penny. Pete and Aaron had already chatted for a while and then they invited the ladies to join. We had a lot in common with this couple and we thoroughly enjoyed chatting with them.

We texted frequently for nearly two months before we had a free date open to meet. We were in the early months of our lifestyle adventure, and we were very much enjoying the “dating scene” of the lifestyle.

Our plans were simple. And typical. We met for dinner and then we would see where the night led us. One of the restaurants I frequent in New Orleans is Gordon Biersch in Fulton Street Square. It’s a chain restaurant, but it is must see if you like beer. Oddly enough, I do not! I just love the atmosphere here and the food is really good.

We were coming off of a string of successful nights out and we had some high hopes for meeting this couple! I could write an enti…

Happy Halloween

Halloween is totally my favorite time of year. I am obsessed with costumes. Probably a bit over the top, but we are all allowed to enjoy certain parts of life a little more than we should, right?
This year we will be celebrating Halloween with VooDoo Fest and after that, who knows... Colette's? Hells Gala? Bourbon? No telling, but we will be out in full costume!
Last year, our only plans for Halloween was the Ed Sheeran concert (which was AMAZING). And then we virtually met our friends Nick and Bailey on a dating website. We had been chatting with them off and on for a few weeks when they told us they would be going to Colette's for Halloween. We decided we would go, too. They were meeting another couple and we did not want to impose, so we just told them we would wave, put a face with a name, and move on. 
We arrived at Colette's to find it PACKED. We had been there before on several occasions and never had to push through the crowds. That was the case for Halloween. Litera…

Just leave it.... I'll do it later.

I sat in my tub last night soaking to help recover from Saturday night's shenanigans. I scanned my bedroom from this vantage point and saw the mile high pile of clean clothes that I laid across the bench in my room on Friday. I had been in too much of a hurry. So, now this ten minute job is still waiting for my attention. 
I know I had ten minutes in that day somewhere, I just prioritized terribly. So, I sat there exhausted in my tub internally scolding myself. This seemingly insurmountable task on Friday was really more of a speed bump. Now, it is probably tenfold the work and time. I'll have to break out the iron for somethings and completely rewash others. I loathe wrinkles. 
I mental face palmed knowing I am already behind in laundry for next week. I chose to grow my marriage on Saturday into Sunday, which means I didn't finish the laundry and what I did get clean, I will have to readdress. I don't regret for a second spending time dating over chores. But, had I co…

Hotel Takeovers

Our Summer was a pretty fun one. We attended three hotel takeovers. The first one is a very small, friends-of-friends kind of takeover that started in someone's home about five or six years ago. They've grown to the point of needing three floors of a boutique hotel. At just under 100 couples, it is much more intimate than the others. So much so, that the first night, we broke into three groups and all ate dinner together. This one was a really great way to kick off our summer. Don't send me DMs asking me about where and when.... I'm not telling. Sorry, guys.
The month of July found us preparing for two Hotel takeovers; Desirous Party's Purgatory and Naughty's Naughty in N'awlins. I'll put the link to their websites at the bottom of this page.
Purgatory came first. (haha. Not that way, you dirty minded motha). This is a three night event with theme nights. They are all based in dream world, or mythology, or the afterlife.... What I should really call thi…