Things you just can’t make up.

As is often the case, the location where ARS was hosted is being shared by other events. We had the private top floor of the convention center while downstairs... Well, last night they held a high school formal dance. Yep, as I’m walking across the parking lot from my hotel to the entrace to play party, huge rope bag over my shoulder and sporting my “Boy Sluts Of America” T-shirt, there in the parking lot were about a hundred high school kids all dressed in their rental formal wear best. I must say it is hard to execute a good D/s scene when the tune “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” seeps up into the play space from the dance below. Makes one wonder what sounds they heard last night?

Oh and this morning? This morning we are all sitting in the vendor area, blinking at each other with bleary eyes and asking, “do you hear singing?”

Yep, that would be singing (complete with organ music) from the CHURCH SERVICE going on in the space below.

Strange days indeed.

The really amazing thing, or perhaps it is miraculous, was that neither vanilla event had much had much to complain about. The organizers and the attendees did a damn fine job keeping the locals in the dark.