My ears are still popping from the flight back.
My throat is scratchy from the cold, smoking, and most probably a con-cold from folks I kissed.
My legs are sore from walking and standing and playing.
My right arm is especially sore from flogging and singletailing.
My head is swimmy from all the absinthe I drank.
My brain is spinning from the amazing conversations I had.
My love is overspilling for my partner and my friends.
My lust is barely contained for all the people I played with.
My mind is sad for not being able to play with others who wanted to.
My world is growing, with new connections abound.
My pants are still tented.
It was an amazing weekend.