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Whew, it's update time. I have finally recovered from my week long adventure and it's show and tell.

The beautiful Jane Doe has officially left me, my wifey moved off to NY and I am much sad panda.. On the brighter side of things, I wonder if this leaves the possibility for mistress open? >:D Kidding, kidding. I really miss her, house seems so empty without her bouncing around. *sigh*

BUT before she left, we did have some AWESOME adventures. We went to our photo shoot thingy on Thursday and it was verrrry interesting. I met some AWESOME girls (*waves Ruby and Steph*) and I finally got to shoot with my new buddy Mark. I don't have any images back from him BUT I did get to shoot with my lovely Meridian <3 and here are some pretty things from her:

(Okay, there should be more but I'm fighting with the image loader thingy, I'll have to add more pics later :P)

YAY PICTURES!! But see, The pretty pictures are just the start of the adventure. Let me first tell you where we were shooting; it was a friend of Mark's (let's call him Bob the Builder) that owned a very large house. By house, I probably should say Bob the Builder had a mansion, had to be 5,000 square feet at the very least. Ridiculously ginormous house! Which is why it was perfect for a bunch of sexy ladies and two photogs! We ran around the whole day doing pics all over the house and everything was fine....

until the neighbors called the cops.

The complaint was "underaged girls" running around the front yard and they said we were "shooting pornography". The only running around anyone did outside was between the house and the limo that Bob the Builder had brought for us to play in. Even then, everyone was freaking robed or at least semi decent while we were outside. The cops take everyone's IDs, they even take the model release papers and everything. At first, it seems like they're just going to leave us the hell alone since it's obvious we weren't shooting porn but THEN comes to climax of this tale:

One of the cops, Dick Cop, is grilling Bob the Builder like a Ball Park wiener and Bob the Builder is acting very, very nervous. He gives the cops permission to look around but when they actually start looking, he gets a little weird. He starts randomly dusting off this glass top table and Dick Cop is all like STOP RIGHT THUR. He goes to test the "dust" and what do you know, it's popping positive for COCAINE.

Now, no one can leave, we're not even allowed to go to the bathroom at first because there were no female officers to escort us while we waited for a fucking SEARCH WARRANT. The warrant was not only for the house, but for everyone's personal effects and cars. The officers assured us it was just routine, blah blah and we would be out of there soon.

Soon = five hours later.

Five hours to get the search warrant up there and finally, the search can begin. We all gotten taken into a different room of the house one at a time to have all of our crap searched, get strip searched, questioned, and then led outside to have drug doggies run through our cars. Me and Jane had all of our stuff packed together so we got searched at the same time. And I'm not going to lie, getting strip searched by the hot lady cop was at least a small ray of sun shine on such a fucked up day.

Another ray of sunshine was the very confused look on the officer's face who was searching our clothes and the first thing he pulled out was a giant green and pink Hello Kitty corset, complete with matching leg warmers, garters, and stockings. And when he looked at Jane's hooker stilettos, I could have sworn he winced. Bad memories for him, maybe? Who knows. Anyway, I'm rambling.

So, we get searched, everything for us comes out clean and we get the HELL OUT OF THERE. All I can think of is wrong place at the wrong fucking time.

What.... fun.

The rest of the weekend is pretty boring compared to that bit of excitement. We went to the art gallery expo thingy and I got ridiculously trashed, punched Meridian in the forehead and went to bed with no shirt. Instead of going to the tattoo show, I spent the next two days recovering. I haven't been so damn sick and retardedly hungover in a verrrrry long time. If I can get the image loady thingy to be nice, this is a pic of me at the art thing before I got wasted:

YAY IT WORKED! So, I leave you with a happy picture and personally a little bit more wary about where I go for photo shoots in the future. >_>

Take care my lovelies, Imma go eat. Nom nom nom nom!

-Soly