Heeheehee!

Rosie was naaaaaughty.

But I had *such* a good weekend.

Oh, yes. Rosie *did*.

Friday night, Tyne and I went to the Gender Bender. We bought cheap suits from Value Village, and I did facial hair for both of us (Tyne's little goatee worked *really* well).

I was a party pooper, because at about midnight, or half-past, I got bored and wanted to go home.

So Tyne and Craig (Tyne's boyfriend) came too. Craig took pictures of me and Tyne (we even got a picture of us kissing in drag! I hope it turns out; it'll be fabulous).

Then I slept good and hard.

Saturday morning (or afternoon, as I woke up about 2pm; I was *tired*) I got up and puttered around on the computer for a while.

Still can't get the damned thing to work right.

...stupidfrickin'pieceofjunk...

Then I got dressed for the Residence Formal.

I finished off my dragon mask: it looks fabulous! I got the jaw to articulate well, and it moves with my jaw, and it fits securely onto my head. I didn't have any black elastic, so I had to use white. It kinda sucked, but I'll change it when I get a chance.

So aaanyway.

Went to the res formal. Stayed around for the food (it was great! Though the desserts were still a little frozen), and a little of the entertainment, until I realized:

"Wow. I *really* don't care about these people. What the hell am I doing here?"

So I went home, pulled off my eyelashes (fan*tastically* long, I might add, to match with the dramatic red gown and gold dusted skin; if I were a drag queen, I'd be THE drag queen), threw on a shirt, wrapped Dax's presant and went to the View for his birthday party.

But before I left, I was talking to Jesslyn, my roommate, and Joelle, her sister, and Jess is like:

"Heeeey, Rosie! You should bring Dax back *here*!"

So I said:

"....Okay!"

And at the bar, I gave Dax the porn I drew for him (he loved it!) and asked:

"So Dax...Wanna come back to my place afterwards?"

And he was like:

"Do I!"

Aaaaand...so he did.

Jesslyn was in her room when me and Jaclyn (she came too) and Dax came in, and she heard us, and then she heard a male voice and was all:

"They didn't..."

But we did!

It was funny.

Dax slept in my bed (with me! Naughty me!).

Nothin' happened.

It was kinda funny, actually.

I put on a knee length sleeveless black dress, just for modesty's sake, and crawled in beside Dax and he flopped an arm over my waist and tugged at the dress material.

"What the...?!"

"I'm wearing a dress, Dax."

"What ever *for*?"

"Well, I thought I might preserve *some* of my modesty..."

"Get that damn thing off, woman!"

Not in an offensive way, I might add. So I laughed and pulled it off and slid back under the covers and he put his arm back over my waist and said:

"Much better."

And then went to sleep.

I laughed.

"Rosie, I'm scared..." he'd said earlier.

"Why's that, Dax?"

"I haven't been in bed with a woman in a really long time that hasn't wanted to molest me in my sleep."

"Oh, Dax..."

So in the morning I rolled over and peeked up at him, and he cracked a sticky eyelid opened and grinned a bit, and I said:

"Oh, by the way, Dax, I raped you in your sleep."

"Goddammit!...well...how about some after rape fellatio? Eh? Eeeeh?"

"Hmm..How about no, Dax."

"Dammit!"

I laughed.

Anyway, that was my weekend.

It was a very good weekend.

.

Rosie.

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