CarnalNation

After picking up our press passes, I spied an unknown but familiar eye-catching redhead, not at all porny in that now-traditional big-fake-boobs-on-teeny-tiny-frame, trout-pout way, but all creamy smooth and naturally lovely.

I know her, I thought.  OMG, Madison Young, it IS Madison Young.  Before introducing myself, I confirmed my suspicions with Princess Kali, who it turns out had filmed with Madison a few years back. God damn it, some girls have all the luck.

After a quick chat, we walked excitedly up the stairs getting closer to the main entrance, feeling the throbbing music vibrating up through the soles of my pretty shiny patent leather leopard print shoes.  Passing through security, nearly as tight as TSA, we entered and it began.  This was it!  And the porn stars were in abundance.

Evan Stone, however, was nowhere to be seen.  Though I was really too busy to make a concerted search.  Today is The Hunt for Evan Stone.  Twisted Monk had better be close by to save that hulking hulk of hotness from my affections.  And the giant 7 foot penis; other people saw it, yet I missed it; how is beyond me.

Prepare for video highlights on CarnalNation.com and oh my god, highlights they are.  My favorites are when Diva tried to sneak into the oil wrestling ring and one of the wrestlers challenged us to climb in.  Monk dragged our asses out of there before we got them soundly kicked, and when we found the guy pimping penis enhancement remedies.  He explained that they not only made your cock bigger but allowed for longer lasting erections.  I asked to touch his cock for confirmation.  I love when they're caught off guard, hehe.  My god, the Princess is rubbing off on me.

Now, it's time to shower and get going.  More later.  Stay tuned to CarnalNation.com

Planning on more tweets today than yesterday.  Yesterday, with our professional video guy and CN mike, we focused on documenting as much as we could on film.  I can't wait to see it!

Reporting from, well, my hotel bed, on Diva's lovely Mac.  My laptop died on the flight and my freaking iPhone is forever sending an email that won't go through and seems stuck even though I deleted it.  This is Tess, intrepid reporter.  Actually, Monk is working on recovering my laptop, after he was kind enough to deliver us coffee today, and I'm thinking of dropping into the CES con, but fearful that my magnetic field that kills all electronics might make me a very unwelcome guest, plus I have Evan Stone to find and a big dick to ride and sexy shoes to document.

Later … much later.