Vegas is for (Film) Lovers

My mom used to tell me that when she was a teenager she never went on a date without a) a dime in her bra (for a phone call in case her date was a jerk) and b) a fresh pair of panties (in case she was in a car accident and ended up being examined by a handsome doctor).  This worst-case-scenario thinking is deeply ingrained in me, and now I’m trying to combat it as I pack our Kfink bags for Cinekink Vegas.

Here’s a peek into what we’re shoving into our carry-ons:

IN-FLIGHT SNACKS

IN-FLIGHT SNACKS: Jess is a bear when she’s hungry, and I often panic at the airport right before take-off and buy emergency bagels and M&Ms to ward off mile-high blood sugar emergencies. Expensive and carby. This time I’m coming prepared with Jessica’s favorite ginger snacks, freeze dried pineapple slices (should we feel bad that they’re made out of “baby” pineapples?), and trail mix. It’s a bummer that we can’t take our own water, but we wouldn’t want to cause a scene near the full-body scanners. Or WOULD we…

IN-FLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT

IN-FLIGHT ENTERTAINMENT: For the plane ride, Jess will probably bring one book and her iPod.  Very practical. I, on the other hand, plan to bring 12 books. Okay, 12 is too many, but I’ll most likely bring 2 of these five:

  • Oedipus Wrecked by Kevin Keck – Our next project (after TILT) will be the movie adaptation of Kevin Keck’s naughty memoirs. We’ve already read his books and written an outline, but now it’s time to get deeper into the story so that we can hammer out the treatment. Kevin’s style is similar to that of David Sedaris and Jonathan Ames.  Kevin’s been great to work with so far, and we respect him immensely. Additionally, his interests match ours perfectly. Lots of sex talk and awkward family interactions. Here we go!
  • The Men Who Stare At Goats by Jon Ronson – We haven’t seen the movie yet.  If we had, probably wouldn’t be reading the book.  Jess read most of this and got frustrated that money is spent on paranormal experiments when there are so many other concrete things for our country to spend their money on.  I saved the book from our last book weed-out and am about 25% of the way through it.  So far I’m really enjoying Ronson’s easy, breezy nonfiction(?) style.
  • Ghost Town by Robert Coover – I’ve read this before, but I’m reading it again, because a) I enjoyed it the first time, b) I have a short memory for books, and c) I love reading maliciously funny, genre-bending, and fantastical books on vacation.  I often bring Murakami (or buy Murakami books while I’m at my vacation destination – Hello, Miami!), but this time I thought I’d switch it up a bit.
  • The Other Side of Desire by Daniel Bergner – Again Jessica already read this (guess who usually buys the books in our house), but I want to check it out, too.  I think it would be especially fitting to read it while in Vegas for the kinky film fest.

POOL-SIDE ATTIRE

POOL-SIDE ATTIRE: The last thing we’re bringing won’t take up too much room.  We’re planning to lay by the pool…a lot.  So even though we can’t bring our big bottle of sun screen (Why do you want us to get skin cancer, TSA?), we’re definitely bringing strappy swimming suits.  Commence the cooking of Kfink!

Have any suggestions about WHAT ELSE we should stuff in our bags at the last minute?

Best ideas so far:

5 Responses to “Vegas is for (Film) Lovers”

  1. How about a smart phone that can take kinky pictures and email them to me at work?

  2. At first I thought you had photographed your entire swimsuit, which seemed awesomely scandalous.

    You should also make sure to have change on you; even though it’s a pain in the ass to get extra metal through the security check-in, it’s good luck to play the first slot machine you see.

    (I may have just made that up.)

    And don’t feel bad, baby pineapples are total assholes. Like the cows they use for veal.

    <–have never had veal

  3. Jessica & Julie says:

    Phil – LOTS of fun Cinekink pics are definitely destined for this blog. We won’t let you down.

    Mike – I love your stance on Baby Pineapples. Someone had to say it…

  4. Oh, I thought of something else you should bring.

    Lubrication of some kind.

    No, not for that.

    You know that horrible squealing noise that strippers make when they go down the pole but seem to have too much friction and it just seems like they must be ripping off their skin? You need to help to make sure that doesn’t happen.

    It’s like finger nails on a chalkboard but for my groinal area and even though we went to the Cheetah a decade ago, it haunts my dreams.

    Though I think lubricating a stripper pole without permission is probably a felony. Or at least it should be.

    (“groinal” is my new favorite made up word and I hope it catches on)

  5. Jessica & Julie says:

    Mike –
    You are hilarious. I’m sure “groinal” will catch on soon enough. We’ll use it liberally at Cinekink Vegas.

    Yes, I remember the Cheetah Lounge well. It was Diamond whose thighs set that pole on fire, right after she almost kicked me in the head with her great big stripper heels. And here I was, a nice innocent girl just trying to mind my own business…

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