The party last night was a little bit awkward. I didn’t know many of the other people besides the hostess and soon found they were pretty flat company. So I had a bit to drink then politely excused myself after a few hours and found a text on my phone from my best friend from home about the events with Elle and SG, asking if I needed to talk.

She picked me up, got me a coffee to help me sober up a bit and instead we wound up driving around, yelling and laughing about everything we probably shouldn’t be talking about. She’s kinky like I am and has even less of a filter. It makes for some pretty interesting conversation. 

I told her about Switch and we had a good laugh over both exploring our dominant sides lately, she with her new boyfriend.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve shaved his ass,” she told me, completely deadpan. I nearly spat out half of my coffee into my lap, I couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the ride.

For all the healing venting can accomplish, sometimes senseless laughter is the best medicine.