From: DaraLynne Dahl <daradoll@bratprincess.com> Subject: ASSC: ASSConLV3 (Part 1: The Objective View) Sitting here IRCing with a warm pussy on my lap, I feel soooo... typically ASS-C. Well, almost. At ASS-ConLV3, I seemed to be on someone's lap as much as I would have lapped. And with the exception of ALS at CP, I just can't see most of you guys rock-polishing, no matter how much you say you like it. I had a really great time in Vegas, thanks Sulli, for BYODing me. Everyone says it's nice to put faces to the names, and to be honest, I was pleasantly surprised at how true this turned out to be. I was a little (a lot) nervous about the trip.I was nervous about Sullivan's expectations of me as his BYOD.I wondered what people would think of me, if I would have to live up to my online reputation, if they would write me off as scatter-brained, or wild, or as the brat/bitch/bane of existance, or whatever... or if I would care... or like anybody back. I had come to Vegas with the intention of making my appearance at dinner and OG and splitting relatively quickly--in case I thought everyone sucked, or vice versa. That plan lasted for oh, about 2 hrs. after we arrived. That's about when Sulli disconnected his modem and Room 20160 became Grand Central Station. Literally. And I didn't get off the damn train until Sunday morning, when I overslept and almost missed my station, er, plane. I think Sulli was a little taken aback by the speed in which an impromptu party with a bunch of total strangers was thrown in our room, and at how much fun it was. ...And everyone thinks I'm the party animal? Saturday night, Miss Ginger kept me up until 7AM... hmmm, sleep with Ginger, or catch a plane? Sleep with Ginger, or nurse a hangover in a crowded terminal/casino? I said, "sleep", as in slumber, get your ASS-c minds, outta the Glossery/gutter. I was saying, "Fuck!" a whole lot though a couple hours later; and no, I wasn't propositioning anyone at that point. I wasn't ready for the weekend to end, literally, as I begged Sullivan over the phone to pack for me and meet me at the airport. "Just throw it all in, Pleeeaaase, Sulli!" No dice, no deal, outta luck, he doesn't know how to pack my stuff he claims--c'mon it's Vegas, baby, Vegas, all I need is one good hand to turn it all around. And about 5 minutes to heave clothes, lingerie, CES propaganda, and misc. girljunk into my suitcase. I don't know how to pack either, oh well. Good thing Sulli lied to me about flight times, since DL is just an abbreviation for DeLayed. Since everyone saw me having tons o' fun, I guess I really don't need to reiterate yet again....but I do want to thank Sullivan for being such a gracious, fun BYOD host and making it possible for me to meet Cara and Ginger. Thanks and nibbles and kisses to DynO and Borly for being such sports and sporting an outfit for Ginger and I at my request, I've got some hot pics for your eyes only, but I need an address guys. I really didn't expect such a great gift! And special thanks to LMR, you know how to to throw a party!