Where In The World Is The Cavegirl? 2 Nights 2 Remember

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Night 2

My Friend’s 37th High School Reunion~day 2

I wake up and he he pogo-sticking all over the living room area. He is naked. He is erect. Oh my God, he is killing me! I can’t stop laughing. You see, we are not lovers, we are companions. I have never seen him like this. I am just here as bodyguard, although I am willing to be more. But! I looked at the clock on the end table, 9:32. I am not going to miss the cook-to-order breakfast. I just can’t. I have been thinking about it since we checked in.

“They stop serving breakfast at 10. Take a cold shower! Get dressed.”

Within 15 minutes we were in the breakfast room…eggs Benedict, ruby red grapefruit juice, and toast.

Hanging out with this man is like being with Royko. This man writes too, not only hard-ass poetry, but stories as well. I wish I could share a certain story with you. It is very good. I can’t though. It is scheduled for publication in a man’s magazine, so I can’t scoop them here.

We took a long walk on the beach, Lake Michigan lapping at our bare feet. I was trying to find that mermaid at Belmont Harbor, still no luck. Back at the suite, he stuck his nose in a book he picked up at Barbara’s Bookstore in Old Town. I went swimming. Together we watched a bio on Ozzie Osbourne. Yes, he really did eat the head off a bat. He thought it was a plastic bat.

He dressed me in a black corset thing…it is lace, tight with frilly bra cups and a thong back so my ass cheeks are free. The dress is midnight purple scattered with silver-outlines of camellias. (Too bad it looks washed out in the picture.) Heels, black satin with an ankle strap, finished me off. He requested no stockings! “Why bother? You legs don’t need it.”

He looked extremely handsome in his black suit. It fits him like he is a hanger. I love that. Some men really pull that off. And handsome? This man wakes up looking gorgeous. He doesn’t know it though. Finely pored brown skin, soft brown eyes, raggy eyebrows, big curvy lips, and black hair…yum! He’s Macedonian, which means he is always at battle within himself. They place the skulls of their enemies on every fencepost in town! Ironically, he was raised by German people, far more German than I am. He sings German songs, in German!

Another cocktail party started the night. This one was in the ballroom. One of those Baroque places with huge crystal chandeliers everywhere. Add in red velvet and large ornate gilt-framed mirrors and you get the picture.

There is a DJ doing music and announcements. The bottle blonde looks like a ringmaster dressed in a red jackets and black jodhpurs, just the whip is missing. She is playing the theme songs from popular teevee shows…Beverly Hillbillies, Gilligan’s Island (the stuff you see on Nickelodeon) and music from 1965…old-school romantic stuff.

The dinner is served by a waitstaff dressed in black coattails and white gloves. The first course is mostacholli. Odd choice. Seems a bit heavy to me. The others at our table concur.

The main course is steak. I wish I had selected the vegetarian. I give my steak to my friend, which he highly appreciates. I ate the twice-baked potato and the green beans almandine.

Dessert is cheesecake, chocolate covered with a brandied-cherry sauce. Yum!

They didn’t have any prizes for most children, most spouses, or never moved away from mom and dad. Instead they danced! That was after they took a class picture. About 400 people had shown up out of a class of 1200! That is a HUGE class.

The gay men asked me to dance and since I was being a guard I thought that would be a good idea. My friend was wrong. He didn’t need protection from them (they had showed up as couples) it was all of these women who came up to him saying “I had a crush on you back in high school.” Oooh whee! Everytime I showed up another one was asking him for his phone number, giving him their business card, or asking him to dance, at which he pointed to me and said, “I have my dance partner right here.” These women were acting like I was invisible. Maybe they thought I was his daughter. Still. My friend being the gentleman that he is told them, “I am with this wonderful, beautiful woman.” So haha on you!

Anyway we both had a lot of fun. I heard oodles of stories, and my friend was smiling. This is not an easy accomplishment for a curmudgeon.

One more made-to-order breakfast and we shot back to our towns northwest of the city.

So go to your reunion. It will be better than you think but it will cost a lot of cash. My friend spent nearly $2000. Of course that’s because he took an artgirl bodyguard along. You might not need protection. You might not be a curmudgeon without any clothes. So maybe $500 for you.

Dinner=$100 each

Class photo= $25

T-shirt = $20

Hotel = $400

Meals other than the dinner = $200

Activities on Saturday = $ 100

Open bar at first cocktail party =$100

Clothing = ?

Connecting to what you once were = priceless