Jet Lag

My trip was amazing. I have stories to tell, though only the more banal ones involve me directly. 

My best friend's wedding was beautiful. Probably the most wonderful event I've had the pleasure to attend. 

I saw family and friends and cried when I had to leave them. I wish I could stay. I really wish I could spend more time with my second family. I miss them and that part of the world a lot. 

I've been keeping my distance from the net a bit. Needing that space. 

Upon my return I went looking for a cable and instead came across an old fold-out Kodak camera and decided to get film for it. I've been playing with it and adore it, though I haven't seen any of the pictures yet. 

Work is getting busier. Things will really start to pick up next week. I have new students, new courses, get to see coworker a little more. 

Nothing much else is new. 

My dad went down on Kevin Bacon!?

So yeah, I had this dream where I was traveling with the bf, my dad, his wife and Kevin Bacon in a camper. My dad's wife went to sleep. Bf and I went for a walk and upon our return we find Kevin Bacon in the driver's seat in ecstasy while my dad gives him a bj. 

Where the fuck did that come from? Never mind the fact that the following events were no less disconcerting because I take the bf to our bed for sex as I seemed to be turned on by the whole thing. *shudder* not at KB mind you, but at my dad.... with another guy. Too much. So weird.