11:34pm - Blair and I were up early to catch the free breakfast in the hotel, then came back to the room for me to dilate. I showered, then dilated again in order to make lunch with Connie before she flew out. We finally ate at the Salty Senorita across the street from Greenbaum.
We said our good-byes and I became slightly emotional as Blair and I headed to Old Towne Scottsdale to shop around. Ahhh...the hormones are back.
Along our walk, I told Blair that it still felt like I had a huge boner that was causing me to waddle. Huge, as in like 2 feet long or something. OK, so it doesn't feel exactly like a huge boner, but it feels like it is anchored right into my mons/clitoris area. It's all swollen below the surface there - which is where all the pressure is, which makes it feel like something is engorged - like a big boner.
During my shopping, though, I found a nice pair of Kokopelli earrings with a matching necklace, as well as a Refreshing Desert Rain candle to bring back a scent to remember this area by.
As we walked back to the hotel, we went by the Scottsdale Mall as well as the stadium that the San Francisco Giants use for spring training. (You'd think I could get away from these knuckleheads.) A few players were showing up when we walked by, but I had no idea who they were.
I found a message on the hotel room phone when we got back. It was Donna Rose, and she asked if we were interested in dinner with some friends and her son.
I couldn't decline that, so after dilating, reading a few emails, and catching a quick nap, Donna picked us up to take us to dinner. Her passengers included her son and a person I had seen at Greenbaum during her recovery, but whom I had not met yet. Her name was Rhiannon....more on her in a bit.
At the restaurant, we met Dr. Becky Allison and Margaux, as well as their local electrologist, Marcie. So many big names.
I sat on the end near Donna and her son. Donna's a pretty decent conversationalist. It was also kinda fun talking with her son, who comes across as this heavy metal type band member, but he's actually very laid back. I asked him if he used his real name when he was playing in the band Cuss Pig because his real name is not a heavy metal type name. I told him he should come up with a performing name similar to the "porn" name we'd arrived at for Blair. (Using a pet's name for the first name and a street lived on for the last name, Blair's "porn" name is Harley Hobson...which is pretty damn good.) Donna's son mentioned their current pet is Molly.
"That won't work."
Then he mentioned "Buster." So cool. And a street? Well, he says something like North 74th Avenue. Not gonna work. Then he says Cottonwood. Oh yeah...Buster Cottonwood.
When we later talked about Donna's book, she said she had a second version coming out but still couldn't use her son's real name. I told her she should use Buster. We laughed. What's funny is I was almost calling him Buster the rest of the evening.
I also talked to Rhiannon who made big news with her fight with the IRS over her ability to claim SRS as a medical deduction. She just had a little more work with Dr. Meltzer a few days after my SRS and had been recovering at Donna's.
It was nice to get out, but sitting in that chair for a few hours started making my butt and new vagina pretty sore, so we said our good-byes and soon we were being dropped back off at the hotel.
I told Blair I finally came up with a name for that last dilator. Yes, like Amber, I decided to name my dilators just for the fun of it, and it also helps create little code words.
I named #1 Bob. It just seemed like a Bob. Since I'm bi, I also threw in a couple of female names. I thought the tapered #2 would sound like a Rosie, as in O'Donnell - she just seems like a tapered dilator. Since #2 is the biggest leap in size, I named it Arnold...he's the biggest leap lately. I couldn't figure out #3, but I wanted #4 to sound like a female German shot putter, so I named it Helga.
So, #3? Can you see it coming? Yup, I named it Buster. The name just sounded really good for the #3.
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