Alrighty then... Before Gemmy hurts herself by trying to contain the squealing glee that is her anticipation for this post, I'd better write something!
hehehe - about friggen time woman!!
*ahem*
Oz's real name is Francis. His “motorcycle?” Sorry to disappoint folks, it’s a Vespa scooter and I think his “leathers” are actually Pleather. He’s kinda’ short, tells bad jokes, and couldn’t even get a collar on my dog… He stayed one night then ran off with J the very next day and the two of them were last seen heading west still fighting over who gets to use the flog on whom tonight.
*picks Gemmy up off the floor*
lmfao, omg too funny!
Sheesh, I’m kidding! I wouldn’t tell the entire internet the Wizard’s name, he rides a sweeeeeet and way bad ass bike, cows did indeed die to outfit him in an appropriately biker-esque fashion, he’s tall, he’s funny (well, save for the snail joke), and…um…okay…he never did get the collar on the dog but between he and J they managed to tie yours truly up in one
rather impressive karada. (Over my clothes Gemmy, get your mind out of the gutter!

)
What? What? I didn't think a single 'gutter' thought *bats eyes innocently*
Moving on…
I am going to return to the original title of this post: Protocol. *pauses as the mods brace themselves for the five page s***storm that's likely to erupt at the mere mention of the word* The Wandering Wizard (also known as "Oz" for all you newbies) made it into town just a touch earlier than he suspected last week - thus, I was still at the office doing all manner of very mundane office activities when he rang. Oz agreed to park himself somewhere downtown (yeah, I really do live downtown, it ain’t just a name) and wait out what was left of my work day. I suppose I could have left him alone with his thoughts and a cup of coffee, but in the interest of safety and proper Amber protocol, the infamous J-Go set off to greet and scope out the equally infamous Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs. As I was driving from the office to catch up with this Domly pair, a number of things crossed my mind, including but not limited to: “I wonder what happens when you put two Doms in a coffee shop together? Is this a good thing? A bad thing? Will I pull into the parking lot to find a Domly throw down taking place, posturing and chest thumping, or (even worse) the two of them plotting to tie me up and NOT flog me for not being able to convince Gemmy to blow another few hundred bucks on plane tickets to come see us??” *hehehe*
I'm sure it wouldn't have taken much save for the fact I have pneumonia atm lmao
As it turns out, what I found was a pair of confidently open and entirely relaxed gentlemen getting to know each other under what most people would consider pretty freaky circumstances. I’ve rarely been as amused and I’ve rarely been as content with a new friendship as I was in that first hour the three of us sat together and talked. By later the same evening, it was decided Oz may as well just stay through the weekend. Many conversations, a couple bike rides, and many knot tying lessons later

, we sent the Wandering Wizard on his way.
Truth be told, I think I’m gonna miss him just a little, but I have a sneaking suspicion we might see Oz through our neck of the woods again sometime. “Subbie Roundup” next July perhaps??
0o0o0o0o Roundin Up Downtown Subs, I'm in!
P.S. Yes, this really is what Oz looks like -->
P.S.S. Okay, okay - I have pictures of us... You'll note Oz's arm makes an appearance, as does my ass, thus answering the oft asked questions, "is that really DTA's ass in her avatar?" and "I wonder if that's really Oz's arm in his avatar?" *giggles madly and goes to bed*