From: DaraLynne Dahl <daradoll@bratprincess.com>
Subject: ASSC: ASSConLV3 (Part 1: The Objective View)

Sitting here IRCing with a warm pussy on my lap, I feel soooo...
typically ASS-C.  Well, almost. At ASS-ConLV3, I seemed to be on
someone's lap as much as I would have lapped. And with the exception of
ALS at CP, I just can't see most of you guys rock-polishing, no matter
how much you say you like it. 
     I had a really great time in Vegas, thanks Sulli, for BYODing me.
Everyone says it's nice to put faces to the names, and to be honest, I
was pleasantly surprised at how true this turned out to be. I was a
little (a lot) nervous about the trip.I was nervous about Sullivan's
expectations of me as his BYOD.I wondered what people would think of me,
if I would have to live up to my online reputation, if they would write
me off as scatter-brained, or wild, or as the brat/bitch/bane of
existance, or whatever... or if I would care... or like anybody back. I
had come to Vegas with the intention of making my appearance at dinner
and OG and splitting relatively quickly--in case I thought everyone
sucked, or vice versa. 
   That plan lasted for oh, about 2 hrs. after we arrived. That's about
when Sulli disconnected his modem and Room 20160 became Grand Central
Station. Literally. And I didn't get off the damn train until Sunday
morning, when I overslept and almost missed my station, er, plane. I
think Sulli was a little taken aback by the speed in which an impromptu
party with a bunch of total strangers was thrown in our room, and at how
much fun it was.  
   ...And everyone thinks I'm the party animal? Saturday night, Miss
Ginger kept me up until 7AM... hmmm, sleep with Ginger, or catch a
plane? Sleep with Ginger, or nurse a hangover in a crowded
terminal/casino? I said, "sleep", as in slumber, get your ASS-c minds,
outta the Glossery/gutter. I was saying, "Fuck!" a whole lot though a
couple hours later; and no, I wasn't propositioning anyone at that
point. I wasn't ready for the weekend to end, literally, as I begged
Sullivan over the phone to pack for me and meet me at the airport. "Just
throw it all in, Pleeeaaase, Sulli!" No dice, no deal, outta luck, he
doesn't know how to pack my stuff he claims--c'mon it's Vegas, baby,
Vegas, all I need is one good hand to turn it all around. And about 5
minutes to heave clothes, lingerie, CES propaganda, and misc. girljunk
into my suitcase. I don't know how to pack either, oh well. Good thing
Sulli lied to me about flight times, since DL is just an abbreviation
for DeLayed. 
    Since everyone saw me having tons o' fun, I guess I really don't
need to reiterate yet again....but I do want to thank Sullivan for being
such a gracious, fun BYOD host and making it possible for me to meet
Cara and Ginger. Thanks and nibbles and kisses to DynO and Borly for
being such sports and sporting an outfit for Ginger and I at my request,
I've got some hot pics for your eyes only, but I need an address guys. I
really didn't expect such a great gift! And special thanks to LMR, you
know how to to throw a party!