Summer of Luv

[Smirks]

Day 3 / Tuesday, July 24, 2013

Great read, gotta hand it to ya, writing it up before it's even happened.

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Day 3 / Tuesday, July 24, 2013

Great read, gotta hand it to ya, writing it up before it's even happened.

lol...i AM a stoner...and auto fill is a wonderful thing...

editing now...

[spidergawd]

How exotic, to have a hummingbird tending your garden. Luvly

[worldcitizen1723]

Beautiful garden.. How perfect to have crossed paths with the bird... Perhaps,he'll become a regular visitor..

[LionofJudah]

That's awesome!

Are we sure it's not this guy instead though?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macroglossum_stellatarum

Check out the pic by the pink flowers in Finland...

[luvtick]

oh no...this is definitely a hummingbird...we have several...

and that was the 3rd time i've seen him out there! he flew up to my face and hovered...i whispered a "hello" to him and then he flew through the girls...then over to the star jasmine...then back to the window...that's when i grabbed the camera, but he never hovered again...maybe a bit shy of the camera, since a camera does look like a giant, unblinking eye of a predator...if you're a bird, that is...

[talkrum]

More Please

[alpen rock]

Yes, please!

[USbongLord]

Wait for it...novembers trip report "LUVNADO"

[talkrum]

LUVNADO? - luv National Anti-Doping Organizations

[USbongLord]

Go watch sharknado ...have no clue what that is

[LionofJudah]

Transmorphers man, all the way!

[talkrum]

Bump

[talkrum]

another month without luv

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Day 4 / Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The whirring white noise of the fan begins to enter my dreams when I suddenly open my eyes and survey the room. The windows are all open, propped with pieces of wood. Even so, the air is so still the curtains just hang, moving only when assaulted by the fan. This warm, humid air is nearly visible beyond the fan’s cooling perimeter. I can even smell it every time the fan swipes over my body and has gone off to the side. Party sounds from the streets either dissipated or became the plot of my dreams. Either way, I was able to sleep last night. It is quiet out there now, because it’s still early. I feel completely rested and perfectly comfortable. Then it hits me: BONG AND miniSheBONG ARRIVE TODAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!

NOW I’m awake.

WIDE AWAKE!

I peruse my choice of clothing—it’s still hot, so shorty-shorts are the logical choice. I slip in and out of the shower, slip on my clothes and I’m ready to slip out the door. I giggle a bit as I recall a sliver of last night: someone sneaking a glimpse of “the girls”…and getting caught doing it…by me… The red face was enough…lol…

It’s far too early for Bong to be here yet, so I have a little snack, check email and Skype, pace... When I can no longer stand it, I leave my spacious apartment and make my way down the absurdly narrow staircase. The slanted morning light illuminates the remnants-from-last-night’s-partying that’s now bundled up neatly in green garbage bags strewn along the street. The air smells like hosed-off brick and the sound of my flip-flops bounces off the walls. My heart begins to race faster than my feet are racing. The last left turn is made and I’m walking past the Irish pub, nearly there. As I get closer, I go over my plans: I’ll get a bong and a table…order a coffee and spend most of my time de-stemming a pile of yesterday’s Testing Tuesday so it’s ready for when…

…I arrive by the newly-installed window facing the Oudezijds Kolk and, of course, the new addition catches my eye. Instinctively, I look up and inside…and continue looking as I round the corner, now peering into the original window…AND I SEE BONG!!!! …..???????? WAIT…WHAT?!? NO! NOT YET!?!???

The flash of red brings back instant memories of the same flash I saw coming from the sparkling clean Basjoe window back in 2008…our first “date.” No doubt that’s him…but where is m.s.bong?? …should I jump on him the way I feel like doing??? Thankfully, I curb my animal instinct to do just that and I am more civil. It’s BONG who picks me up…kisses me…bear hugs…the whole nine yards…as much as can be done in public anyways…ahhhhhhh… (guess I didn’t have to worry about m.s.bong’s reaction…lol…) I’ve “met” her before on Skype, but she was 15 or so…however there is no mistaking who she is…she’s REALLY a minisheBong…lol…

Bong re-introduces us and she offers me a hug, which I take and return. She’s tall too…oh well…I was sorta hoping…Salutations are made all around the shop and Bong even orders me a coffee.

Bong is so happy the smile on his face seems permanent. I like it. I suppose I can’t stop grinnin’ as well, so touché… He bellies up to the bar to scan the menu and chat with the boys. I sit on the black couchy-futony thingy with m.s.bong. Ironically, there is a bong on the table in front of us. It just so happens that I have some of yesterday’s Testing Tuesday in my bag. I fish it out and begin my tedious process of de-stemming. Bong is chatting away, as I fill the bong. I offer the bong to m.s.b. and she says she doesn’t know how to use it. She said she didn’t even know “THIS-IS-WHAT-A-BONG-IS”… !!!! I go along with the charade, tell her, yes, this is a bong, and “show” her how to use it by taking the first hit. As soon as I exhale, the bowl is quickly refilled and handed over. She glances over at Bong and I ask her if she had to show her passport to Highly Blessed. When she says she did, I again offer her the bong. As I suspected, she hits it like she’s done it once or twice before….doesn’t even cough: combo of her DNA and my de-stemming prowess…lol…

After another bong hit each, she breaks out her cell phone and starts to show me pics of her pipes…and blunts she’s rolled…etc. and I’m not surprised…but highly interested. (I was truly waiting for a pic of a bong…lol…)

Admittedly, I don’t remember much. I do know that m.s.b. wants to take a shower and a nap. Really!?! (!) ok… Bong and I walk her upstairs to their room. It’s the one above “our” room. It’s also the one that has the balcony! Cool!! We make sure she’s situated, calmly walk out the door, then RUN to my apartment! Lol…

I don’t even think Bong noticed the narrowness of the stairwell, only my boo-tay in his view…and the thought of what is going to happen any second now. The door is opened swiftly and a trail of clothing dots the floor all the way to the bed. The frenzy of lips, hair, skin, sweat, and other…well…you know…is nearly too much to bear. Nearly. The fan cools down our immense body heat on its voyeuristic journey over the top of us. The thrill of the cool blast adds to the intenseness of the moment. The enjoyment of each other seems to have paused all the activity outside. There is no sound except the fan and us…when suuddenly, with the force of an F-5 tornado, the explosion created breaks the sound barrier and everyone returns to whatever they were doing. We, however, lie next to each other, chests rising and falling in unison…heart beats visible…smiles still there, now more than ever.

After what seems like a long time, we get “put back together” and head over to Barney’s to see who’s working. No one we know is there yet, so we make our purchase and smoke over at the front table watching the world go by for a bit.

When we get back to Voyagers, m.s.b. is in the shower. I laugh to myself when I realize it’s like 9:00 pm and it’s still light out. It was obviously light out when she got into the shower, but it’s quickly getting dark…I imagine her thinking it’s morning…that she thinks she slept through the night…so she takes a shower…and then…it’s DARK?!?!? Lol…silly me…stoner… We tell her to meet us downstairs. Matty is there and we are going to hang with him.

When m.s.b. is ready, she comes into the coffeeshop and takes a seat. She mentions that she’s hungry. Not missing a beat…Matty says…can you guess??

"How 'bout WOK TO WALK….??!!!"

Thanks, Matty.

Guess what Bong says? “Great idea!” (…glaring at Matty now…lol…)

So, after a couple last bong rips, we head out to get “food.” (I actually like W2W…just not daily…)
m.s.b. LOVES it! Hooray! We eat until we’re full and walk back to Voyagers. Bong and I walk m.s.b. up to the room to “put her to bed” so to speak… Then he walks me back to my room. This time he realizes how narrow the stairs are…

After being “tucked in”—twice—Bong leaves to go back to Voyagers. We don’t want m.s.b. to be alone if she awakens during the night…

Alas, it’s like having an actual “boy”friend that has to go home! Lol…

It’s also like I have my own place…well, I do, sort of…ahh…I babble…I’m tired…I’m…happy…I’m………zzzzzzzzzz……