Saturday, August 17, 2002
Where the hell was I all night? |12:42 PM|
Vorpal needed to take the bad taste of work out of his mouth, and he also left a little early. I found a birthday party of a friend of friends, that we knew would be attended by the first level friends. When we got there, we knocked on the door, were let in, and immediately heard a screamed GET OUT OF MY WAY! GET OUT OF MY WAY! And all of a sudden, a goddamn Man Monster bolted past the doorway, across the hall, and we heard an incredible crash.When we walked in to see, the flesh freight train had smashed the bedroom door off of the damned hinges.
Not much really weird happened at that party, but this is mildly amusing. I noticed a woman in the apartment while I was on the balcony. She had really dark, black hair that had been dyed purple. So that you only saw the purple when the light hit it from an angle. It looked bad ass. I gestured to her to point her out to Derek, and she happened to turn around at that moment and see me with my hand up, and staring at her. Reacting quickly I waved, and smiled. She quickly got this "Gotta get the shotgun" look on her face, and turned away. I mentioned this encounter to a friend, and her response was "Well, why didn't just say 'Your hair looks bad ass, I was pointing it out to a friend'". This is a damned good idea, and it is the sort of thing I would have done had I had a chance, but I was out on the balcony behind glass. She was in the middle of the apartment proper quite a ways a way. It was a real shame, she was very cute.
We went on to TGI Friday's and drank until last call. By the way, nipple rings are excellent conversation starters, but I didn't bring them up. Other people did, and pointed at me, said "Cecil has his nipples pierced!" to which many reacted with shock. From a cheap thrill standpoint, having an incredibly attractive woman reach out and grab through your shirt is exciting, as well as getting to examine HER piercings at close range. From there we went to the apartment of some friends, and then hit the pool. The hot tub was some distance away and it was a hell of a migration each time we switched. Swimming around in underwear is actually pretty neato, especially since the same incredibly hot woman showed up and immediately stripped down to her under-roos to jump in with all of us.
The party retired to the apartment, where a hammock was employed by some of the guests. I was given a medal for "Best hammock support specialist" for my incredible skill at stabilizing and rocking the hammock.
I got back to my place at around 7:00am or so, and it was only then that I noticed I'd been wearing my shirt backwards for as long as I had been out of that pool. Oh, I'm so damned slick sometimes.
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///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
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