Here’s a long, hard one for all you

NOTE: There is some foot-related stuff at the end of this post. If my life bores you, feel free to skip to the end. šŸ˜‰

Just returned from the Vegas trip with some of my close (female) friends. We did have a good time! Saw the new Wynn casino (liked it more than I thought), a topless female review Les Follie Berger at the Tropicana (an entertaining, cheesy, “classic” Vegas style show–and it’s the closest I’ll ever get to live female breasts!), the new Insanity ride on top of Stratsophere (fun & scary, but not sure it’d be worth a long wait), and… a minor league baseball game. Now, I really don’t care about sports at all, but my other friends are big baseball fans, and it was one of her birthday wishes to go to the 51’s game (get it, Area 51?). Surprisingly, I wasn’t too bored, as there was a funny, semi-cute teenage usher who would dance wildly to the canned stadium music between each inning. Plus, there is something to be said about doing what the “locals” do whenever you go out of town. So on that level, it was actually alright. The best part of the game: on the way out, everyone got a free loaf of Sara Lee bread. How random was that–but that’s what made it cool!

Immediately following Vegas, I went off to Disneyland to meet up with a group of gay Disney fanactics (don’t ask how I found out about it). I actually stayed for a while, and saw some cuties, but no real action on a personal level… most of the cuties are already taken. Still, some very nice people to hang around with for the future.

I really thought I’d start some preliminary work meeting this week, but it turns out they don’t start until next week. So I still have a whole week off, with no real plans! Actually, that’s a good thing, because I still have a lot of errands to take care of… one of which is working on the next update of my website. Also, I may take advantage of the unexpected time, and take some day trips for myself… say, to Catalina, Santa Barbara, or some such thing.

Okay… foot stuff! Let’s just say the obvious here: Vegas in the summertime is an amazing place to check out feet. And it’s mostly college age boi feet! Which means you are practically guaranteed they are of legal age. That’s an especially good thing for me, since I generally like em’ young looking. šŸ˜‰ I’m not necessarily a slippers fetishest, but it really is the best way to check out feet in public. And there is just this seemingly neverending supply of thick, tender, juicy feet to drool over. Mmmmmm. And it’s so easy to check them out… just stand near a guy at a slot or blackjack table, and look down with a cool, bored disinterest. He’ll never know. Another handy hint from TFG. šŸ˜‰

Now, I actually stayed in sneakers all day… not to be coy, but it is more comfortable for me when I know I’m going to be walking around all day. But I also have to add that my feet were heavenly at the end of a long day of walking around. I haven’t had my feet so tender, soft, and “just right” smelly in a long time–not really rank, but strong in a fleshy odor way. Let’s just say I “went the distance” after playing with them a bit Sunday night. And they were so potent, that they still were a bit smelly even after showering. Howz that for hot? I’m breaking in my new shoes well, it seems.

There’s some potential hooking up possibilities… we’ll see how they go. A few of you have written me with some very kind words. Thanks to all of you! I can’t get back to everyone, but I try. Feel free to post comments to me here at the blog, or write me at the website.

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