The Grabby Parties

Big Huge thank yous go to Tball for sending photos. Over the course of Grabbys he took over 1,000 photos of everyone that rock! Everything is under the jump.

I landed in Chicago on Thursday, checked into the hotel, changed clothes and went straight to Hydrate, Chi Chi La Rue’s Pre-Grabby party. The first person I saw was Mike Dryden. We hugged each other and bounced around squealing.That is until we thought we’d dropped my cell phone. Realizing we hadn’t, we continued to jump up and down, hugging and giggling like school girls. Love, I tell you, tis love. After saying hello to plenty of friends I’d not seen in ages, I found myself in the porn star corner under the DJ booth with everyone who wasn’t dancing: Tim Sweeny, Josh West, Bruno Bond, Steve Cruz, Mike Dryden and Ricky Sinz to name a few. I totally left my camera behind, so I have next to no photos. I recall photos being taken, but Diesel was buying me drinks so it’s all a liitle fuzzy. Thank you, boo! I’m sorta glad I left the camera in the hotel, cos all my photos woulda been of Adam Killian. That man is so sexy, crazy and sweet. I was beside myself every time Adam showed a hint of skin which was a lot. I had to keep walking away, couldn’t handle it. Hawtt menz are my weakness.

Side note to Adam Killian: I’ma need you to either keep your clothes on or take ‘em all the way off. The half and half wasn’t working for me in my coffee. Kthx. xo

Anyhow, I didn’t run into Adam until after he’d been dancing on stage. He wanted to give me a hug, but he had poured water all over himself and didn’t want to get me all wet. Right. Like that was gonna stop me from being a human towel for the “Cannibal King’s Husband”. Bless Jesus I was sober enough to enjoy that rubdown.

As if the night couldn’t get any wilder between Diesel and Austin Wilde, my friends Lance and Race showed up. Race and Lance arrived straight from IML, decked out in the hottest leather, and owned me. Seeing how neither of them knew Diesel, I made sure to hook up that intro. Call it when crazy met CRAZIER. Brothas gotsta stick together, feel me. Leaving Diesel behind for a minute, Lance, Race and I put on a naughty bi show of our own on the dance floor. Again, I think someone was taking photos but I was way too preoccupied being nailed by two fine ass men to care.

Diesel has some great photos from Hydrate and great Grabby coverage on his Grabby Award winning blog, including one of me, Steve and Mike. Please someone get him in a scene with Ty Colt like yesterday!

Friday night I was late to Tim and Roma’s gig, cos I was at the Hilton. Met up with more people then wandered down to the RSS party at the Lucky Horseshoe, where Kristie finally made it to Chicago and since she loves Diesel, he and I went together to welcome her to the party. There’s a really cute photo of them on her blog. F-List I was never happier to reconnect with my friends Tony and Kent who also arrived on Friday evening. I was a little sad that Antonio Biaggi was unable to attend. I’ve not seen him in a while. Next I’m in SF, we are having dinner. Swears. After many hugs and kisses I left the RSS party. I was due back at the Hilton for the San Francisco Leather party (which turned into the Titan party and real randomness I don’t remember), and I had promised to bring Tony with me. Off to the Hilton Race, Tony, Kristie and I went.

Saturday was the Grabby Awards and that’s for another post. Needless to say, I recall going to Beach, the official Grabby Afterparty, and bits and pieces of Forsaken, Ricky Sinz’s awesome party. The music at Forsaken was SICK! The woman with the sparks coming out of her hoo hoo during her stage show was intense but fascinating. Walking into the Forsaken with Bruno on the bar, dancing was the stuff I really wanted to remember. I may have put money in Bruno’s jock or ordered a drink from between his legs, but it’s all really suspect. Maybe Kristie remembers.

I know I’m leaving stuff out. Some of it’s personal. Besides, This is already too long.

Mike Dryden somewhere. LOL

Me and the amazing Logan McCree.

Me, Mike and Tball, my partner in crime.

Bloody hell, this is hot, super hot.

Hopefully since the mercury retrograde is over, my grammar will improve. My last few posts have been absolute messes. All errors are my own. Forgive my verbosity.

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