I think I’ve mentioned that J and I are in a “driving distance” relationship. Among other things, that means that when we spend time at his place, I bring my toys and equipment with me. I don’t yet have a good system for toy transportation, so hauling my stuff involves several bags and a small cart.
Unfortunately, this past weekend, I didn’t plan well in advance, and I left J’s place with barely enough time to make it to a weekend event I had promised to attend with some friends. I was running late and wasn’t able to clean everything and put it away properly before I said goodbye to J and hit the road. I stuffed everything into my bags, crammed it all in my trunk, and left.
At some point in my travels, when my stuff was jammed into my car, my big bottle of antibacterial soap cracked and leaked all over everything. It leaked onto my leather, my restraints, onto J’s collar, onto all of my nylon webbing and rope, onto the small electronics, vibes, and any/everything else. It’s a mess–everything is dripping with sickly-sweet smelling, viscous, sticky soap. Even the canvas bags I use to haul everything are soaked.
Last night, after I started unpacking and I realized what happened, I put a towel down to protect my floor, and left it all in a heap. I was so fucking tired and I just couldn’t deal with it at the time.
It’s times like these when I wish J lived closer so that he could take care of it. Because we’re “driving distance,” the responsibility for these sorts of things falls on me. In the grand scheme, it’s a very minor issue, but still, sometimes I wish he had to deal with this kind of stuff instead of me.