I'm going

Short and sweet... I'm going to Miami.

I found out that Mike has hooked up with one of the guys we're going with which ups the level of inappropriateness of him going solo - and believe me I made this issue very clear to him. I don't know the circumstances of the hook up - the two guys we're going with are a couple but Mike has only hooked up with one, and the other knows, but when I asked how that came about he told me it didn't matter and evaded the question. This situation is fucked and uncomfortable and Mike actually told them that I'm uncomfortable meeting them which makes it even more fucked and uncomfortable.

There is so much pretense now for this trip but who cares? These muscle daddy sugar daddies who probably wanted to gang bang my boyfriend have now upgraded their room to a two bedroom suite at the luxurious Delano Hotel, and Mike and I are not paying a cent for accommodations. If they think they can swoon my man with food, drinks, drugs, sunshine, ritzy hotel suites, and muscle... they have another thing coming. If they want to swoon him, they have to swoon me first, but I can't be bought - I just enjoy the perks of them trying.

I sound a little psychotic (probably because it's almost 3am and I'm exhausted) but fuck it! I scored myself a 5 star free ride to Miami and I'm going to enjoy every second of my posh protective possessiveness.

I'm going to see Britney Spears tomorrow night in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, then heading straight to the airport after the show for beautiful Miami, Florida, USA.

Boooo yaka!