The God and Goddess think they have the greatest sense of humour ever! Well, thank goodness I do too! You ask for something, and they sure aren’t afraid to give it. However, you can hear them laughing all the way along with you!

I started the night with the most minor, but powerful rituals. I felt compelled to grab my magickal wand and raise for energy. I asked for a good time, a lot of laughs, love, and for heavens sake…to get laid. I swear! I need it!

Will it was successful. I felt the energy raised and the power within me to make my magick successful. Its very strange. Almost like a coffee high. That moment where you just need to break out, make noise, and move. A need to danse. You feel as though every power in the world is yours. There’s a heightened sense of reality.

Well, the moment I finished the phone rang. It was a guy we call “fuckin’ Paul” because every second word out of his mouth is “fuck!”. He’s a trucker, its expected. He mentioned how horny he is and offered to bring some booze over and give me a good lay.

Well! I had to laugh at the immediacy of my request to get laid fulfilled. Except I have no desire and never will of getting laid by “fuckin’ Paul.” I laughed. I could hear the world around me laughing along with me and pointing fingers.

So, I left for the Eagle. I was meeting Ross and Erick and their friend Glen, whom I know only from the internet. I never did find him attractive from his online picture. As I walked towards him I felt a little bump in my heart as I realized just how attractive this Glen was!

Of course, I fell for him. I felt like an Olympic athlete. Last nights perfomance was a failure because of the pressure of the Olympics. I couldn’t handle the enormity of the event. This night though, I felt like a Canadian who put in the performance of a life time and still ended up with a silver medal. I schmoozed, I bought him drinks, he bought me drinks. I was charming, and funny, and smart. I played it cool, but not too cool. I acted like I wanted to be with him, but I didn’t cling. It was gold medal worthy. Unfortunately, the judges were against me and decided that I just wasn’t my type.

I had fun. That was one request fulfilled. I had a chance to get laid. Another fulfilled. I certainly had lots of laughs, and fell in love! All request handed to me on a platter.

As Glen left, and my heart yearned for everything that he is (included his very well paying job!) I laughed out loud and said “fuck you!” and gave the finger to those looking out for me. They certainly laughed back, yelling “that’ll teach you to ask for stuff you aren’t ready for!”

I still have a smile on my face. I truly had an absolutely wonderful time. I wish every night could be as fun as tonight. I love my gods/goddesses. They really do know how to throw a party in my favour.

In fact, I compare my night to this vision. I felt as though I was covered in golden sparkles with the body of the finest statue. I stood in the middle of the bar with everybody clapping at my beauty and worth. They loved me, they really, really loved me. What could I do but enjoy myself.

I know that’s not what was happening, but my pleasure was that great. I don’t know what it was, but I’m here at home wishing the night wasn’t over. I’m ready to go back to the bar and party.

I needed to go home and bask in the glory of the perfomance of a lifetime. Thinking that if I won gold, it wouldn’t be the first time a judges decision was overturned.

The story of Glen is certainly not over. Not with my ability for persistance.

I just hope I don’t go to far and look like a stalker…..

that just doesn’t turn people on:)