Fond adieu, weekend, you will be missed

Fabulous weekend, completely wonderful. Lij and I spent both our days off at Billy's flat. Orli and Craig were round, and the five of us had the most fantastic time together, really, it was colossal. Orli and Craig have this weird sort of playground dynamic, they're constantly winding one another up, it's really interesting and under the proper circumstances, really really hot. Lij and I were thrilled cos we've both fancied Craig for ages and hadn't quite ever hooked up with him during the main shoot, so it was a treat to have him in with us, as well as Orli and Billy... of course we're already quite mad about both of them. It was stunning, just stultifying in its goodness, it really was.

The next morning, Craig and Orli went swanning off together... Lij and I stayed with Billy, and oh, the times we had, the three of us. I don't know why we haven't done this more often. It's so good. Call me selfish if you like, but having the two friends who mean the most to me, together... and I do mean having them, together... it's so amazing. It's really indescribable.

Sadly neither Lij nor I had a change of clothes-- and though we mainly weren't dressed in anything at all for most of the weekend, nevertheless, we wore the same clothes when we left as we did when we arrived, days before. I may not be the tidiest person on earth, but I'm not in the habit of wearing the same thing day after day either.

And you know, it's strange how recycled pants have a sort of... crinkly, unpleasant, itchy feeling. I changed as soon as we were back at ours, but that sort of odd itchy feeling just lingers. It's quite uncomfortable really. We've had shower after shower but it doesn't seem to help. Ah well. Maybe it'll just wear off after a good night's rest. To sleep, perchance to dream!