After the contest, I got to play with a leather daddy.  Got him back to the hotel room and realized we had played before... twice!  (It was still quite good.)

     Slept until 2:15.  Brunch at Ann Sather.  Caught Tom Kelley in the hotel foyer and got him to sign last year’s poster; it and a matching one from this year will go to ACLC’s Santa’s Slave Auction.  Headed up to the vendor mart at the Cell Block with Lowell; managed to miss B.D. Chambers (last year’s 1st runner-up) to sign the poster, so I’ll have to mail it to him.

     Back to the hotel, and a little shopping at Equinox.  Part of my prize money went to getting a pair of acrylic elk statues.  (After the content, Tom Kelley asked me if I was going to buy another lamp, like last year.  No, but same store.)  I also got the aforementioned gift for Bill, my favorite realtor.  (Technically, Realtor®.)

     Then back to the Block for the beer bust by Hellfire, and I won a copy of Inferno 28 retrospective book.  (Another item for the ACLC auction, I think.  It’s nice, but I’d rather that it go to someone who really wants it, and the funds to go to a good cause.)  Back to the hotel for a clothes change — must... wear... everything! — and then the Block some more.  Some nice play time out in the Holding Cell (tramp), and then some at-home play with a local whom I’ve half-known for several years and cruised heavily every chance I got.  Yum.

     And CNN is on in the background.  My solution: we’ll put Gore and Bush both in full-body rubber suits with blackout hoods, tie each of their hands to the other’s with six-foot rubber straps, put them in a nice little slime pit, and tell them to knock themselves out.  Last one standing, wins.

     Heck, just give Alan Greenspan one of the new gold dollars and tell him to flip it.  I’d settle for that at this point.  (But someone would sue.)