As always, Saturday’s festivities were centered around getting ready for the big AVN Awards show. Mav, Gibby, and I had decided to skip it this year, so we had the pleasure of sitting back in Lucky’s suite and watching football while the hubbub swirled around us. To my eye, Shayla, Cytherea, and Cheyenne would look great in almost anything, but they worked hard getting everything perfect, and I have to admit the end result was nothing short of spectacular. [This would have been an excellent place for Steve to have included a picture of them, don’t you think? Sadly, Steve’s been hanging around porn stars for so long that he now doesn’t always have his camera with him. Sigh. … We’ll work on a way to change that next year.] Tim and Randy were there to accompany Cytherea (actually, Randy spent a good bit of the week with us and was great to have around. We’re expecting to make this a habit from now on, Randy). Lucky, DM, and Lon apparently didn’t work quite as hard on their appearance, and frankly the results showed there, too. [Oh, sure, and Steve looked like he just stepped off the cover of GQ Magazine.] But they were comfortable, and nobody was going to be paying them much attention anyway.
A couple hours after everyone left and not too long after the show itself was scheduled to start, I texted Lucky to ask if there were any surprises yet. He texted back yes, we’re headed back to the Riv. I’ll leave it to those who were there to explain if fully, but I guess the show this year left something to be desired. [That’s not true. “Something” to be desired implies that they got “something” right. That wasn’t the case at all. The Powers That Be decided to completely ignore the audience enjoyment so that they could concentrate on the Showtime filming. Next year we’re all just going to wait for the show to air on TV. We’ll take the couple thousand dollars we’ll save and attend the XBIZ Convention in Los Angeles that follows in a month or so.] At least the football game didn’t disappoint. [Not to change the subject away from football, but we’re running out of space to put Shayla pictures. We’re going to have to put a bunch of them in a row here. Oh, bother … .]
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Sunday was getaway day for everyone but Gibby and me. Well, and Lon, of course. He never gets away. Gibby wasn’t about to miss a second of his Packers going up against the Eagles, so that left just Lon and me to check out the last day of the convention. We suffered through a minor badge squabble going in – apparently there were some suspicions that badges were being xeroxed – but after getting ours reprinted we were back in business. [Advancements in Technology can occasionally be a royal pain in the butt, as we mentioned in New Stuff today. If people spent less time trying to irritate millions of folks across the globe that they don’t even know, they could spend a lot more time looking at Shayla naked. Odd the choices some people make.]
As usual, things were more relaxed and laid back than earlier in the week, and that was reflected in the casual attire most of the girls wore. [Steve has been there too long. Now he’s playing the fashion critic role. Don’t networks usually reserve that for the flaming gay boy on the red carpet?] But I found myself pleasantly surprised that there were still quite a few stars signing. Unfortunately, the crowds were still strong as well, and my back protested every time I approached a long, slow-moving line. [Since we’re being kind to our elders this week, I won’t comment.]
