When the customers comment on the cold weather first, then the girl getting a flogging.

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Your latex is either Vex or Polymorphe.

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You have two pair of boots when going out : the sexy boots and the practical boots.

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All your high heels are boots so you can wear socks.

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You are ready for sex with your sexy latex catsuit...under at least two whool blankets.

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We hurry along the 17 and hope there are no cops that will catch us in the act. That's when having a real car could have come in handy but I love our cocotte nonetheless (cocotte is an affectionate term we use in French that actually means pine cone. Go figure)

We consult the map and wonder if it would be better to avoid a detour through a town called Jacksonville (we are now in North Carolina) and take a road that seems to be shorter rather than with the highway. I read in our guidebook about Jacksonville and it seems it's a Marine town where everything is bent around that fact. I don't see how anything interesting could happen from going through there but on the flip side, it may slow us down to be on roads and not highways.

After a short deliberation, we decide to stay on route as there must be a reason the guide suggests to go that way.

Around 7:30 we start getting really worried because we may not make it in time for the ferry, in which case we will be stuck doing nothing until tomorrow and that would really suck. We'd still make it to Suspension, which is great, but it means less time outside of parties with our friends, which was kinda the purpose of going to NY :(

At that moment, I tell Seb that we should not worry about the future, just revel in the fact that we are on vacation, without a worry in the world. To tell the truth, it's the first time in years I feel light as a feather with no other worry on my mind than what I'll put next as a CD.

Now, I don't know if I should have knocked on wood or just like in the TV show Angel, we are cursed and should never be happy, but as we are discussing this, a weird noise starts and Seb looks worried at once. I think it may be the road, as the noise is very rhythmic, but Seb prefers to stop to be safe and as he da man, it seems very sound to do as he says.

Well, turns out he was right to be worried (I guess that's why he da man) because the car won't start again. This is one thing I am no good at trouble shooting, so I let him do his thing.

He doesn't tell me much but his body language says enough: he is really worried. I tell myself that there is no need to panic until we know what's wrong, surely we couldn't be that unlucky as to have irreparable damage on our road trip, our first real vacation in three years! Right?

A few minutes after we are stopped on the side of the highway, a truck stops behind us, and a guy pops out, asking if we need any help.

I'm really surprised at how nice that gesture that is!

He looks a bit at things with Seb and they both agree that it probably is the timing belt and they both now seem worried. I ask Seb how much a timing belt costs and he says 30$. Well, I am relieved.

Until he says that the problem with a timing belt is that is actually does what it's named after: it's a belt that times pieces so that they work together properly. A stripped belt means the part were no longer timed and it may mean that the entire engine is scrap, as the valves and tie rods may be completely bent by now, which would cost a fortune and take a long time to repair.

The man gives us the number for a tow truck but there is no answer. No shit, it's almost 8 on a Friday night...

We get in his truck and he looks for numbers with us but either there's no answer or we're told they're closed.

After a little while, Rick (he's now upgraded to a name!) says that he has a trailer at home and will tow us where we need to go.

After a call to his wife, he finds out that we're in luck, as there is a Suzuki dealer in town. We're also in luck because we have the good fortune to have a good Samaritan stop for us that happened to have a trailer!

I feel really grateful but also bad taking him away from his family on a Friday night and tell him as such. He shrugs and says it is no worries.

I quiz him a little and learn that he is an aviator for the Marines and he was just coming back from flying when he saw us. I am very ignorant of the military in the States (well I'm equally ignorant of the Canadian Forces, as I barely know who flies our three planes and who drives our four tanks) so I tell him that I didn't know the Marines had an air force.

He explains that the Marines are the amphibious force of the military, working closely with the Navy to provide a quick and combined strike force. I'll go to bed more knowledgeable it seems, maybe this was the reason we needed to go through Jacksonville. A girl needs to be educated.

As he installs the trailer on his truck, Seb quietly tells me that I need to stop referring to the Marines as the army, as it isn't the same thing at all and usually marines will not take kindly to it.

After getting back in the truck, I apparently have not integrated Seb's advice well enough because as I am asking more questions, Rick eventually tells me, very calmly, that the marines are very different from the army which are basically the infantry and that the word I may be looking for is the military.

Ooops! Thankfully I was in the presence of a Marine with no misplaced ego as he seemed more amused than anything else at the whole thing.

As I muse if my ignorance of the MILITARY is a good or bad thing, we arrive in the parking lot of the Suzuki dealership.

It seems,again, we are in luck as they have started this week to open on Saturdays, so at least we're not stuck all weekend wondering what's wrong with our car!

Rick recommends a hotel on the other side of the street that his family stay at when visiting. He advises against walking around town too much tonight, as a lot of marines are on stay and tend to get drunk and do stupid stuff. Living downtown Montreal I wonder how different it can really be, but we take his advice.

The room is very nice despite its small price and most certainly an upgrade from sleeping in the car, so I am thinking maybe this is a blessing in disguise and I decide that tomorrow we'll learn the car can be easily fixed and this was just a good excuse to provide me with a hot shower and a bit of rest. We have our laptop, we have our DVDs to and all the necessary adapters to connect the laptop to the TV and although we never would have spent the money on the room, so far this car trouble isn't so bad ;)

So good night to you all monophasic sleepers, I'll watch movies and entertain myself as you all sleep and will give you news tomorrow.

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A small hiccup occurs as we leave the Keys, instead of our usual 20 min. nap we end up waking up after more than 5 hours of sleep. Maybe it was the alcohol that messed up our sleep pattern (alcohol wreaks havoc on sleep cycles) but neither of us heard the alarm. This throws our entire trip off target and has the unfortunate downside of having us drive during the day through some really uninteresting places, only to go through some of the places we want to see at night, like Jekyll Island and Savannah.

So I try to take in some local American flavour as we go through some pretty banal roads and I make those observations:

1. the roads are awesomely smooth thanks to the warm climate (frost shows no kindness to the state of the roads back home)

2. A majority of businesses seem to concentrate on cars (car washes, car rental, used car dealers, new car dealers), weight loss and fatty food. There is an ironic remark to be made from the last two but it feels so cliché I'd rather shy away from making it.

3. Words get shortened a lot (like through = thru and parkway = pkwy)

4. You can go through interesting flora changes in a day if you drive fast enough.

Unfortunately, no matter how quick we drive we do not make it to Jekyll Island before the sunrise, but we decide to go despite the fact that everyone and everything will be asleep. Except the person taking care of the admission of course, but frankly, I should not waste your time writing about this, as there is very little to say, except that we saw some deers and they were tiny and it was very cute. yay.

We make it to Savannah before sunrise but decide to wait until it's day despite our being short on time, as this is a particularly charming town, that you may remember from the movie Forest Gump (it's the city where he was waiting for the bus) or from Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil. It has been called the most beautiful city in North America and it's easy to see why: as it is a National Historic Landmark, everything has been preserved and gives you an inkling as to what it may have looked like a few centuries ago.

An upside is the fact that it hasn't been invaded by tourists traps, so no annoying factor, just kilometers of cool architecture and luscious vegetation!

We can't really spend much time there so I do not have any witty remarks to make (and it's pretty much a matter of opinion as to whether or not I usually have any :P) so you go there and let me know what I should have written.

Now we are headed for Ocracoke island, where we will take a series of ferries (which I can't wait for!) in order to get on the other side to Atlantic City!

Savannah is near Hilton Head Island, where I used to go on vacation with my parents and I ask Seb if we can make the detour so I can show him around a little.

It's a much longer drive than I remember and to my disappointment, most interesting places to see cannot be accessed without a guest or resident pass (I also didn't remember this more important part), which we obviously do not have.

All that time wasted! Fortunately my man's a patient one and he suggests we stop in a local restaurant to make up for the detour.

We're still fairly south, but the tea isn't sweet here. However the chicken wings are spicy and that's what matters!

After our meal, we are back on our way, although this time we're a bit worried as upon consulting our maps, we realize that we are further away than we thought...

Will Isabeau and Sébastien make it in time for the last ferry? < tense music > Stay tuned to discover what happens to our protagonists in the next episode of "Poor and easily amused, the lifestyle of two fetish morons!"

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The more we get south, the more it seems like the amount of water I ingest makes no difference in the dead bloated fish state I am now officially in.

My feet are so swollen, my shoes no longer fit. Ayayaye!

On the upside, the view takes my mind off my enlarged walking pods, as the blue sky is only outmatched in splendor by the deep blue-green water (I should have said turquoise but it didn't feel right).

Once we are in the Keys...I can feel my heart grow three sizes as I take it all in. First, there is the tropical flora which is exceptionally colourful and dense. Second, I suspect the entire place to be a weekend pirate town and the only reason we do not see them is because it's Wednesday. Then the tiny and adorable houses, which proliferate everywhere just make you want to move in and never leave!

I am short on words to describe just how unique the personality of this place is, particularly as we may be in the US, but the mood is definitely Caribbean!

Even Key West, the tourist part of the Keys is absolutely charming. People are beaming and everyone has a smile on their faces.

However, I had not realized just how hot it would be, so I buy a little dress completely appropriate for the Keys, a dress that brings me a little further away from my usual solemn wardrobe. With the now appropriate garb, I feel like my Montreal life is in another dimension, that I am now a different Isa. It's hard to believe that just a week ago I was in the cold weather of Montreal as I strut around the streets feeling right at home and swear to myself that one day we will live here. 

It brings out the romantic side in Seb and I (in the popular meaning of the word, as I certainly do not plan for my love story to end in a tragic affair ;)) and in order to celebrate our engagement we decide to buy a ring each, at a jewelry store on a lovely street called Duval. For some reason, the idea of getting engaged was celebratory enough in and of itself at the time that we never did anything more than bask in the fact that we would eventually get married, but this place, and the fact that we have time and are so merry makes it such an appropriate a gesture! Even the fact that they have my size (I have small fingers so usually I have to have rings made) is proof that the Keys were waiting for us, I tell myself :) We will most certainly have custom made rings when we get married, but those will definitely do until then!

After kissing interminably like a two week old couple we decide to go for a swim and, just like the rest, the beaches do not disappoint with their white sand and warm waters.

The only shadow on this otherwise impeccable moment is background noise provided by a woman near us that speaks loudly in Spanish on a cell phone. At first, it's OK, but she spoke the ENTIRE time we were on the beach, and we stayed for a long time!. She was doing it leisurely, all the while sitting on the knees of a man that looked at her with resigned patience.

I have no idea what she is talking about nor why she feels the need to do it on the beach but I suddenly remember this teenager on the bus once, who bobbed his head with vigor to huge headphones that (he unfortunately did not realize) were obviously not plugged to anything. So I decide on the spot that she is from a remote place and upon arriving in America she saw everyone with these devices glued to their heads but without understanding what they are for, she is just content talking to the phone. I'm sure it's therapeutic because she is unrelenting!

Eventually having soaked in all the sun we could to the sound of the sea woman, we decide that our body lacks massive quantities of alcohol of some fruity island drink.

We walk towards the other side of the island and find this lovely place on a dock that features an incredible menu, both for food and drinks. My feet are by now killing me and I even have blisters under them (how I've managed, I have no idea) but I refuse to let that fact deter me from my excellent mood. I tell myself that alcohol will help with the pain and indeed it does and life is good.

The sun is now setting and the moment couldn't be better. The drinks are exactly what they should be (strong in alcohol and full in flavour) and I can look at my fiancé against this backdrop of paradise: this is a flawless moment in time and space. Just like some classical pieces of music, if even a small thing was different the perfection would be absent, so I sit back and wallow in this pure joy.

We walk around everywhere, taking in all the charm of the Keys like some kind of precious perfume we will bottle and bring back with us.

Too inebriated by the charm of the city, once again time flies by and now that we've walked enough to have a little room for desert, most places are now closed.

As it is inconceivable to leave Key West without some key lime pie in my tummy, we ask around and eventually manage to find a place. After having bought two enormous slices, we settle for eating in on the beach, as it has a magic charm, perfect to savour the sweetness this pie has in store for us. To my dismay, the pie is really commercial and actually way bellow in quality from what I can buy at our local grocery store so I am left with a general unease from having eaten too much, which is not compensated by the pleasure I've had in overeating. Woe is me! Oh well..I guess this is just a reminder that I can't expect life to be perfect all the time ;)

So on that cue, we start making our way back to the normal world. I'd love to stay longer and although we try to see what we can do to stay another day,we have to come to the inevitable realization that with the limited time we have to get back to Montreal, we cannot extend our stay if we want to have enough time to take the scenic road all the way home.

So again (I feel I'll be saying this often on this trip) all good things must come to an end and after a last stroll on the beach, we get back in the car and leave.

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The day is well spent doing nothing and for someone that doesn't usually have much practice with that, I have to gloat and say that I am quite good at it. I am a natural at lounging around.I am even multi-talented, as I can do it around the pool, at the hotel or in our room, . I love the fact that I have nothing better to do but lay by the pool, not getting a suntan (fps 60 cream forbids it)

Cool fact #1: thanks for our polyphasic sleeping, we are out and about at all hours of the day and around 9am as I am walking on our hotel floor, I notice that ALL the doors have the “Do not disturb sign”. I should have taken a picture, it would have been worth a thousand words!

Getting ready for the night is glitch free (which anyone that knows me will tell you it's rare, as I have a special curse that makes getting ready a freakish time, where gravity no longer has a hold on reality...) and we enjoy another bottle of mousseux while listening to some appropriately horny making music.

Cool fact #2: there is no ice left in the ice machine. I have never seen that happen in my entire life. Probable cause: an entire hotel out to party ;)

Going to the venue is easy (this year all venues were very easily accessible from the hotel) and we hear the thumping of the music as we walk to the venue, letting us know we are getting towards the right place.

Upon entering, my attention is immediately grabbed but the actual venue. Maybe that's because I also organize parties, but I can't help but notice how cool the place is. A huge and very majestic staircase leads to different balconies that would be very chi-chi if it wasn't for the fact that they are packed with fetishists.

The place is definitely packed. The music is pretty good, although not as much to my taste as the previous night.

Again, we see many different familiar faces a lot of friends are here but it's so hectic that doing anything but waving or exchanging a few words is somewhat pointless.

The outfits are cool to look at, but again what kills me is the heat. I guess Floridians are used to it so they do not pump in as much AC as a Montrealer needs. I am overheating in my head to tow latex outfit!

I don't know how I managed, but apparently I missed the shows, bou! So again, we bow out a little early and go to the pool.

I won't bore you with the details, as this night is a bit of a repeat of the previous one but don't think for one second it wasn't memorable in it's own right.

Unlike most of the people who came for the weekend, we are not leaving Monday as for us there is one more event: a laid back get together at Glenn and Donna's house. It's a tradition they have: as they do not have time to see people during the weekend as they're organizing the whole thing, they invite a few people at their house to allow for some socialization before they finally get some rest.

Leaving the hotel, there is a noticeably different atmosphere, as most pervs now have left the site and it has now been claimed back by normality. I don't know if it's just me or I'm suffering from post traumatic sex disorder but normal people are weird.

We make our way to Glenn and Donna's house to find the who's who of the fetish scene and again upon arrival I can tell things are different from last year, as we know a lot more people and feel right at home.
It's great to get to talk to these people in a more laid back setting, as it allows us to get to know them a little better.

The only thing missing is our good friend Luk, who's wasn't been able to make it this year and whom I've missed all weekend.

Glenn and Donna are, again, impeccable hosts and we need to learn their trick, as although they're probably completely wiped by now, they still manage to be gracious, pleasant and they actually look like a million bucks. Seb and I were completely useless the day after our first festival and had we not the obligation to open the store on the next Tuesday, we would have gladly taken the week off.

I guess having fourteen years of experience comes in handy ;)

So after having good food, good alcohol and especially good company, it is once again time to head back to our hotel room, but this time for the last night, as tomorrow we are headed out to Key West, the next step of our non fetish road trip.

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My 4 liters a day plan is still going on strong and the frequency to which I go to the bathroom is obvious evidence of my dedication to the cause of loosing the excess water I carry around.

And it seems to have worked because I can finally zip my precious latex dress! I still look a little bit like a ball, but a svelte one ;)

This party is a little less crowded than the night before, but perhaps it's also because we got there late. The music is especially to my taste, with some techno industrial remixes of songs I love, like Kiss & Swallow by IAMX. However, dancing in that heat with a latex dress proves to cause overheating and I grab a flyer to fan myself with. Yes, that was me :P

After some dancing, some minor groping and a bit of flirting, we go back to the hotel, this time determined to go to the various room parties. We stop by room 1101, which is the happening of the weekend, as it's the Tribe's room and they're always party central. I have no idea when these guys sleep, but I don't think I've ever seen one ever rest, even after sleeping over at some of these guy's houses. Polyphasic sleeping bows to thee.

Not only is it party central, but these guys have gone a few miles further along the road to hosting a cool afterparty, as they have an open bar for their guests. So between that, the lush two floor suite and the excellent company, how are we expected to make it out of the room in time to go to other afterparties?

There are people chatting, people playing, and a general state of debauchery that makes me quite happy.

But eventually, as all good things do come to an end, we feel it is time for us to bow out and get some polyphasic rest.

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Have you ever heard of a four star Sheraton hosting a pervy pool party? Me either! So I am looking forward to this particular event! For the occasion, I am wearing a powernet & pvc dress and light jacket that we make at the store and the fact that my skin reacts badly to the sun gives me a perfect excuse to wear a big pretentious hat to go with it, so I strut out to the pool, feeling all fancy :) Sure, it's a pool party and one would think that I'd actually go in the pool, but I can swim in pools whenever I want but not dress fetish around one. I considered latex, which would allow to do both, but the idea of what the chemicals could do would get in the way of me enjoying the feeling.

Besides, an unexpected perk of my outfit is that I get stopped and complimented A LOT on it. How happy do you think I am mentioning I bought it at FéticheStore Montréal? On a scale of one to ten: I am ecstatic!

Everybody + dog is at the pool and it's hard to keep track of all the conversations! A lot of friends are there, this is really fun.

At last, I find Ted and Diane, a really amazing couple from New York whom I am convinced (although they probably wouldn't admit to it) are the godfathers of the international fetish scene.

Ted always has something interesting and funny to say and Diane is (simply put) a stoic wonder woman, which makes them both people who's company I am always grateful to be in.

We sit and chat a little and Fuckin' Gerry joins us. He is also someone around whom I am super happy to be in. I'm always surprised at how he invariably seems to enjoy life and his huge smile and easy going personality make him very fun to be around.

But, eventually and to my dismay, the music dies down and indicates in no uncertain terms that it is time to get back to the room and get ready for tonight's Alter Ego party.

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After getting some mousseux to start celebrating, we get ready. So far so good, everything seems to be starting wonderfully well...until I put on my HOH Holly gown. Usually, not only does this dress fit like a glove, it fits like THE glove, as it seems to show all the right things in their best light and leave the rest to the viewers imagination. But alas, this time around, either it has lost it's magic or something weird has happened to my body between last week and today as I have trouble even zipping it on!

Staring dumbly at my feet, some light pours over my brain and I realize the atrocity of what is going on: Isa is not made for warm humid weather. I do not tan (seriously, the darker I get is light pink), I do not function well in high heat and apparently my body has decided to add another trick to it's list of things to remind me I am meant for the cool breeze of the north: water retention!

Last year, I weighed about 40 pounds more (the price to pay to start a new business in my case ;)) and I may not have noticed. But I have worked hard at loosing the extra weight and proved wrong that brain cells come and go but fat cells live forever. And I wanted that hard work to show. How can my body betray me like this?

Quick, quick, on the internet, to read all the tricks on how to get rid of water retention. Funny enough, the one that all seemed to agree on: drink a lot of water!

OK. That doesn't help me for the current party, so I'm going to binge on water like there is no tomorrow and in the meantime, I'll put a corset dress on to keep the water all strapped in ;) Plus this peculiar situation will serve as a completely bogus excuse to drink more alcohol, as it is a diuretic, it should help with the water retention, eh. (In fact it doesn't but I'd rather not spend time pondering the complexities of the human body just now)

I look at what I have and immediately set my sights on this incredibly pretty white satin and black lace corset dress that we make at the store. It seems to do the trick and although it is a bit too chic for a play party, I decide I will make up for it by playing very dirty... ;) Which, upon arriving to the club is immediately out of the question as the place is PACKED solid and there is no room to do much. So, after some rubbing and tugging, some of it good, some of it bad (the bad being a huge black sweaty dude that pretty much strapped me to his chest with one arm while petting me with the other and who didn't seem to ever want to let go) we decide to bow down early (it's about 2am) and head back to the pool, where we know our friends will come to join us after the party. Having a car is amazing, as we have to wait for no man (in this case the man being the bus) and we come and go as we please! Fetish freedom in a car, I like that :)

So we go change and decide to commandeer a space in the whirlpool. We aren't the only ones who thought to get there earlier to have a bit of room before the craziness occurs and after a little while of chatting with our wise neighbours, the bulk of the crowd gets here as well as the poolside DJ and all quietness is a matter of the past (but don't think for a second that I mean this in a bad way)

I'm glad to see Laura, the talent behind the amazing Vex brand. I swore to stop complimenting her so much for fear she will end up charging more once she realizes her actual worth, but I have to say that of all the people we do business with, not only is she one of the most talented, but also one of the most professional and easy to deal with. Also, and this is certainly not the least important of her quality, she has a very calm and strong aura, with a great smile and it makes being around her very pleasant. So we stay a little, but by that time, it's time for our nap (I always feel so old saying this...) and although it's hard to pry ourselves away from the party, we remind ourselves that 20 minutes later we'll be back partying without being one iota tired unlike the rest of the flock. Seeing things that way, it does make a whole lot of sense to tear yourself away from the action.

On our way out (people seem to be a lot more understanding than I thought about this whole polyphasic sleep thing as soon as we explain why in hell we are going for a nap now) we get invited to different room parties, which I always prefer over the official ones because not only do you get to connect with people more easily as the music is quieter, but that's also where the good stuff usually happens ;)

But life had another plan for us, as upon waking up, Seb and I decide to get in the mood and start playing a little bit and as it's rare we have a lot of time on our hands that we can just do whatever we want without a deadline, we completely loose the notion of time and realize at one point that daylight is now creeping in through the curtains. Scheisse! Oh well, there are two other nights to make up for it <evil grin>

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There is very little time to get to Florida. This is where our polyphasic sleeping will come in handy, i.e. no need to stop for an entire night to sleep.

We do not even stop to eat. Our car is a Suzuki Swift (although we learned last week after trying to get in the wrong car who turned out to belong to an American that in the States they sell them as Chevrolet Aveos) and we've transformed it into a mini mobile home (and those who know how small that car is know what I mean by mini) 

We have a soft shell cooling unit for the car, that allows us to bring yogourt, cold cuts, veggies and lettuce. We also have a converter that makes it possible to plug our magic bullet to make delicious smoothies. Between that and the cutting board on my knees where I chop peppers, cucumbers and mushrooms, the adjacent car drivers have trouble believing their eyes when they see my culinary exploits in this tiny space. I feel like a mutant, this trip is off to a good start!

The only hiccup so far is staying awake at night. I thought we were black belts in polyphasic sleep, but at home we usually stay pretty active at night so the moving around may have made it impossible for us to know that being still in a car while it's dark and uninteresting make us so drowsy that we stop for naps twice as often. It makes the whole thing a lot less pleasant.

So minus the black belt in Polyphasic sleeping, we take a little longer getting to Florida and make it to the Fetish Factory store five-ish rather than noon-ish like we had wanted.

Another annoying thing is that my feet seem annoyed by how little I use them over this car trip. To remind me of their existence, they swell to proportions previously unheard of for feet as tiny is mine, which is both uncomfortable and weird. We won't be saying that my head won't fit in the door, but I do not even want to speculate on what it means to have that problem with your feet...

On the up side, the same converter that kept us well nourished thanks to the magic bullet, also lets me plug in my various beauty devices, thus I arrive with two overimportant organs of locomotion but at least I am all groomed and ready to roll.

The store is of course swarming with people, amongst which more than a few familiar faces and I cannot help but feel that things have changed so much within a year. Last year we were newbies that traveled with a comforting flock of Montrealers, but this time around only us and possibly one or two other from our home town have made the trip, but it really doesn't matter, as it seems that since the last year we have made so many friends from all over that the world indeed is our oyster. It's a great feeling :)

So I get to say hi and chat a little with many different people, two of whom I am particularly happy to see: Michael Diamond, the perfect gentleman photographer and Erik Kling, the head of Marquis USA who has been incredibly nice to us since we've met him. I am always looking forward to seeing these two and unfortunately (as usual) I'll see too little of both during the weekend.

We browse away and we see all this abundance of stock, oh my! Rows of corsets, latex stockings, gloves, dresses....Now, I'm very proud of our store, especially considering it's been build with a whole lot of nothing, but I do wish it will be like the FF store when it grows up ;)

After some proper gushing, we get to our hotel to check in.

Initially, there was no room in the host hotel, as we had made up our mind at the last minute, but fortunately for us, Glenn contacted us late last night to let us know a cancellation occurred at the main hotel and that we'd have a room with the other pervs. Ahhhh, I love the sound of pieces of the fetish puzzle falling into place :)

Getting there, we realize how lucky we are to have been able to get a room because it's like walking into the FetishSheraton. Except for the staff, pretty much everyone has some vestimentary (apparently both my spell check and the dictionary tell me this word doesn't exist, but it should, so I am leaving as is, nah) indication that they are kinky. And lucky for us, our amazing friends the Casanovas, Mike B. & Flouer from the New York Tribe are right there in the lobby's bar so we get a very warm welcome to sunny Florida.

The Casanovas are this glamorous couple who ooze charm. Yaya is always so glitzy, with occasional ironic remarks that let you know just how smart she is and William has earned a privilege unheard of in Québec: he is the only man allowed to slap anyone's butts without warning them first...he's just that charming that you turn around and upon realizing who it is, you become happy as a puppy!

So with such a great entourage, how could the weekend go wrong?

MAY THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!

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No airplane means...no limit on the amount of stuff I bring! That is an absolute first. My packing-fu is really strong and I'm usually very good at packing a lot in very little. Also, apparently against my gender's usual genetic predisposition to pack anything they could possibly need for a fetish party lasting a year, I make do with very little. I know men who married for less, so I remind Seb once in a while how lucky he is to have a woman with a small suitcase.

But this time, Seb is not in luck. For all the years I have been reasonable, all matters of practicality are relagated to the back of my mind as I shove pair of shoes after pair of shoes on top of impossibly heavy latex and beloved corsetry.

Do I prefer this or that outfit? Who cares, let's BRING IT ALL! The car will sink the ship it stands on :)

So...men may have married for less but fortunately for me I am engaged, so Seb seems trapped under all those heavy suitcases for the time being ;)

Also, we need a playlist, finding the right songs to fit the moment is a hobby of mine. Some Morcheeba when we're feeling mellow, Blink-182 and Gomez on the road, Portishead when nursing a hangover by the pool, IAMX when feeling horny and TOOL for all occasions.

And of course, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, more specifically Road Tripping, as I've made it a tradition to start any road trip with it:

Road trippin with my two favorite allies (in this case Seb and my House Of Harlot Holly gown)
Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
Its time to leave this town
Its time to steal away
Lets go get lost
Anywhere in the U.S.A.

Lets go get lost
Lets go get lost

It's the first time it actually fits with the USA part, I am truly psyched, this will be awesome!

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ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAD TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIP!

That's right ladies and gents, yours truly and her boyfriend fiancé (yay!) have decided at the last minute, to road trip to Fetish Factory, Florida, (I am writing this as if FF is a city, and for one weekend it is!) to go to their Anniversary weekend.

We really wanted to go, especially as this year Glenn and Donna (the owners of Fetish Factory) managed to have a whole hotel reserved, and that's something as a fetishist you really do not want to miss. But as new business owners, it didn't make sense financially, so we decided against it.

But as the events got closer, we had different phone calls from companies attending and we had many good opportunities to do good business that were offered to us, so we racked our brains to find a way to go.

The idea came from Seb: as the expensive thing is often the airfare, he mentioned as a joke that we could drive. But it's a three day drive (two if you really hit the pedal and do not break often) so six days to travel for three days of vacation seemed ridiculous.

BUT.

I was determined to go. Not even for business reasons. Truth be told, I've been working my ass off for three years now with very little downtime and my body and mind have been telling me in no uncertain terms for a little while now that it needs some R&R thus I've set my mind to making this thing work!

So let's see...What we have is a car, some friends and a shitload of resourcefulness. After a few phone calls, it seemed that in between people that owed us favours and others that were willing to do us some, we could manage to take 12 days off, which is plenty for us to turn this weekend into a road trip!

Plus, our polyphasic sleeping comes in very handy (if you have no idea what I am talking about, check out my blog on the subject) as we'll be able to drive at night and sight see during the day, allowing us to forgo the use of a hotel, making this trip dirt cheap!

The plan: leave Montreal on Thursday around 3am and drive like crazy to get to Florida Friday.

Then get cleaned up at the hotel where we'll get a room for the weekend as I just don't see myself getting ready for a fetish party in the car! Although, come to think of it, I've already done this to go to a party in NY...but the experience is not one I wish to repeat unless necessary.

After the weekend, we'll head down south to Key West and drive all along the east coast to get back home, stopping by NY to stay with our amazing friends Mike and Flouer, who are some of my favourite people in the world.

Mike is one of the most decent man I have ever met, but let that not make you think he is anything but a hardcore player. He's like the energizer bunny and keeps going and going and going...

Flouer is an awesome dichotomy as she is both sweet and completely twisted (in a good way). Also, the naive look makes it awesomely cool to watch her give the best lap dances one has ever seen.

Another reason to end our trip in NY is to enjoy Tribe's Suspension party. We're especially looking forward to that, as we've heard nothing but good things about this soirée and that's really rare. Also, through the last years, we've made friends with some amazing people from NY and around but seeing each other at fetish parties makes it really hard to really connect so this time around, we'll be sure to make time to see our beloved friends :)

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To preserve the tradition of FéticheSchool (it did start this whole thing after all!) I've decided to keep myself a little corner to write about nothing and everything.

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Three weeks ago, Mademoiselle Kinky spend the night outside. It's not the first time but it rarely happens and I always worry a little. But this time, when she came in, her usually so quick seemed really confused, dilated pupils and her nose full of mucus.

I told myself, she catched a cold, she's never been sick in 8 years, it was bound to happen!

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