Allow me to take a moment to sing the praises of, and condemn, Master of Orion. It's a strategy game set in outer space, where essentially you start with a single planet and some scout ships, and the ultimate goal is to end up "master" of the galaxy you're in -- there will, of course, be other space-faring races to compete with along the way. This game has already stolen a great deal of my time in the last week, and I should expect that this will continue. It's quite addictive tho, so I would warn anyone without a crapload of free time against it.

But, it ended up being pretty good Saturday, because that same group of friends were together and drinking by 11 a.m. They were calling me by noon, and obviously plastered by early/mid afternoon. I like to think I would have had the sense not to do that regardless, but as it was I didn't even consider quittting playing my game. Hell, I was doing well.

Besides -- really my lovelies, any day where one starts drinking before noon is likely to make for an ugly night. And sure enough, there was a nasty fight between a couple who were hanging out, and another fight between two other friends. I'm sure it's all fine today, but frankly I'm glad I was spared the drama. Usually in such situations I wind up having to play peacemaker, and that's really just no fun. Particularly if you're quite buzzed, yourself.

No, I happily stayed home for most of Saturday, only venturing out at about 12:30 because I decided I wanted to get out, and how much trouble could I get into with only about an hour of time to drink?

Well. Two of those friends who'd had the oh-so-adventurous night were there, so hung out with them, and thus got filled in on all the unfortunate happenings. And, as I didn't have much time, I was drinking pretty strongly -- I'd order a shot of tequila and a bloody mary at once. So I did manage to get a good buzz on in my short time there.

Allow me to testify to my hotness once again. I was quite disappointed, honestly, to run into my friends, because when I'd first sat down it was next to these two girls, one of whom was really cute. I was intending to take the first non-intrusive moment to strike up a conversation with them, but it never happened because I went to hang with my friends. And those girls pretty much left as soon as I moved.

Another girl went out of her way to brush against me as she was leaving, so I was actually feeling pretty good about myself by the time the bar closed. Nicely buzzed, no drama, and just heading home for a nice night's sleep.

But. Now check this out. You may have thought my two previous offerings were not very convincing as far as how irresistibly hot I am. Well try this on for size:

One of the friends I was with, the guy, is constantly on the make, so he'd gone outside before the other two of us, following some girl. When we got out there, he was talking to a girl who was sitting on her purse on the ground. Mostly people seemed to be asking her what she was doing, to which she obviously responded, "I'm sitting on the ground and waiting for my friends."

So I chat with her a bit and discover she's from Iceland. Turns out she's only visiting for five days, with her friends. Or rather, as the friends show up, it is her and her best friend who are visiting, and the other girls are just people they'd met earlier, who brought them out to this bar.

So it's closing time, we're leaving, and the Iceland girl who had not been sitting on the ground is all, "Don't you know of a party we could go to?"

"No, I'm afraid I don't."

There'd actually been a guy trying to get the girl sitting on the ground to come to some party, and I pointed that out. But surely I know of some party we could go to, right?

Well, if I'd so much as had a single beer at home I might have said so, but no. I'm afraid I really don't.

Well. Would I like to come back to their hotel room, and party with them? Because they're going to, if I'd like to come along.

Awwww yeaaahhhh ... key the 70's porno music, please.

Heh. Nah, it was funny because the girls who'd brought them over to my neighborhood were actually quite bitchy, couldn't find the hotel, and kept trying to ditch us on just any corner downtown, saying we could hail down a taxi. Which is what we finally did, but it seemed kinda uncool of them, what with the snow out and all.

Oh, I should say -- those chicks were in such a hurry because they were on their way to a hot tub party. At some point the one on the phone was saying they'd just bring the three of us with them, but the girl driving was having none of that. Honestly, I think she didn't so much care for me. In fact, when Iceland Lady #1 originally convinced me to hop into the car, the driver girl was all, "No, uh-uh. Who the hell is that?"

Well. Offered to leave, but Iceland ladies were having none of that. So. Not quite an hour after closing time, I'm in the hotel room of these two lovely ladies -- it was funny because the room across the hall had all these kids visiting from Canada, and at some point the girls in that group were flashing their boobs and the guys were taking pictures. They were trying to get us to party with them, but again the Iceland ladies were not having it.

So, long story short (I know, too late) I got lucky last night. Woo hoo! Not bad, huh? I mean, for hanging out at a place for all of an hour, and getting picked up by a couple of women on the spur of the moment at closing time ...

Was kind of weird tho, because ground-sitting-lady pretty much went to bed after a bit, and the other was pretty self-conscious about going at it with her friend in the other bed next to us. I don't know, I figure you'd either be okay with it or not -- it was really funny this morning, because she actually gets up while we're still going at it, so we just kind of stop moving, and the two are having a conversation while -- um, yeah. Plus, she busts us again later because she takes a shower and we get back to it -- even though I'd gotten dressed before she showered. Soon as she was busy, the girl I was with was like, "Take those back off."

Oh, and for those who may remember, I'm walking pretty well in the cast these days. Quite good, since the snow has hit us now. I mention this because I don't think we could have had this night, if my ankle were not mostly healed up at this point.

So yeah, that's about it. Except, I wanted to say something -- well, actually two things. One, since they're leaving tomorrow night, they were supposed to call me tonight and did not. I suppose I could have gotten their number, but I knew I'd be home whereas they would be out doing the town, as they're in vacation mode. I must admit I'm rather disappointed to not see her again.

The other thing was about the sex. And this is a bit of advice for the boys and girls out there. Our time together was quite fun, but if I've one complaint it would be that she was about nothing else but going at it hard. Which is, of course, pretty fun sometimes.

But I recall having read a woman who'd said somewhere, that to be a good lover a man shouldn't just go, but should take the time to feel where he's going. And, though I wouldn't have thought it necessary to point out, I think that's pretty good advice for the ladies, too. Yes, sometimes you may just want to be pounded hard. And if you want that, you really should get it. But hopefully, you'd also sometimes want to take it a bit slower, and really feel each other. I dunno, just my opinion, I guess.

Oh, but I did want to say -- because I'm a guy and we tend to be a little sensitive on such issues -- that the problem would not have been that I was just not "big enough". You know, in these pages thus far I've often talked about being gorgeous, smart, and many other little details that make me Just Great. I've even gone as far as to point out that I'm good in bed.

So, in an uncharacteristic display of discretion, I will refrain from going on about how incredibly gigantic my willy is. Though, I in consideration of that sentence, I will say that it is not incredibly gigantic.

How about I just say it's a decent enough size that I'm not insecure about it at all? Honestly, amongst guys when they're being honest, I think I'm kind of a minority on that one.

Funny, I just thought of something -- do women actually think about/worry about how "tight" they may or may not be? I was with (well, almost with) this one girl once, where it just wouldn't work because I just wouldn't "fit". (To be honest, I think it was really more a matter of her not being relaxed, but then I'm not a chick so what do I know?) Anyway, she seemed actually pretty irritated, because she was like, "Yeah, guys think 'tight' is good, but it kinda sucks because this isn't the first time this has happened to me..."

So, apparently, there is such a thing as too "tight". Well, that or she just really needs to learn to relax.

Anyhow. Yeah. I'm feeling pretty good because I got lucky last night. Like I said, naked ladies always helps. And, like I said, I really think it's a good thing to at least take a few moments to really enjoy the feeling of being with someone -- as opposed to just going at it like rabbits. Um. Assuming rabbits actually go at it hard and fast, that is. Honestly, I've never seen rabbits going at it, so I'm none too sure about that. But if they do, don't always do it like that. It's all I'm saying.

So. If your weekend was none too exciting, here's sincerely wishing you a kickass week.