It struck me last night, in the midst of packing for our super-secret adventure that the week was mostly gone and I had not yet blogged.

In my estimation, the last entry is good enough for two weeks’ worth of posts, but the rules say once a week, and the rules are unyielding as I prefer them.

I’m sitting at the airport waiting for the pwner to arrive. I’ve already confirmed that our reservation is all set, and I am now using blogging as a way to distract myself from the massive amounts of squee that are threatening to burst from every seam of my being.

My good friend (and now mentor!) bottomgrl of FetLife fame and I were yesterday discussing how exactly the first moment of meeting would go. Were I meeting her here right now, I know exactly how it would go. There would be lots of shouting and hugging and ohhhhhhmyyyygosssshhhhh going on. Because we’re girls and we’re MORMON girls, and that’s how arrivals and departures are handled. There is very strict protocol to be followed.

But how does one great one’s pwner for the first time? Does one remain quiet and reserved, despite the massive amounts of squee? Is there hugging? We’re in public, so the totally awesome scenario of faceslap as greeting is not really an option.

Bottomgrl and I decided on a solemn handshake, if only for comedic value, but then she went and told the pwner about our plan and ruined it. What a ruining ruiner!

As I sit here visualizing it, I see in my mind’s eye a shy hello, and then… I really don’t know how it’ll turn out.

Knowing might be half the battle, but not knowing is exciting in its own right.

I don’t know much about this super-secret getaway in which hopefully many beatings will occur, but I do know that I’ll be telling you all about it upon my return.

With any luck, I’ll be sitting rather gingerly, or maybe even standing!

[N.B.] Standing!