How the F did this happen?
Ok so a typical Thursday night...A hasher friend from Richmond came down for a wedding this weekend...I met him at WISSHHH last weekend, gave him my number and said call me when you're in town we'll go for drinks, dinner whatever...Thursday afternoon I get a call, him and his friend are going to Hooters for dinner...So I talk Cinco into going with me to meet these two out for dinner and a pitcher or two...SOMEHOW Dinner at hooters turned into a Limo ride downtown, then to Thee Dollhouse...
Trying to piece together the evening, things went pretty much like this...Hooters: Food & Beer...Then the discussion led to where are we going next? Downtown...Who is driving? No one spoke up...Hey wanna call Wayne the Limo guy? Next thing ya know the four of us are in a 14 passenger Lincoln Navigator...Shit like this doesn't happen every day so Cinco and I went along for the ride...Several beers and a couple of bottles of Champagne later we are at Thee Dollhouse...I got my first lap dance (I can't remember her name I'm sure it was Barbie or something, and she was from Russia) my first dual lap-dance (that came with a complimentary T-shirt) the best SHOT I've ever had (I had to remove it from the cleavage of the waitress)...
Friday morning was a bit foggy, I was woken up by a "bitch" licking my face...NO Not Cinco but a dog...We stumbled to my car and I drove her home, the whole time we kept asking each other "How the Fu*k did that happen?"...We never did quite figure it out...
Friday evening I met EarShot for dinner & drinks and told him all about my Limo-experience...He quickly told me that he was not going to take me on a limo-ride but he would give me a private lap dance in his hotel room...I denied the offer but, convinced him to climb 11 flights of stairs to his hotel room to work off the chicken wings he had eaten earlier...Unfortunately he convinced me to do the 11 flight hike with him...It was fine we made it to the 11th floor of the hotel in one piece, then took the elevator up to the 19th floor for $1.00 drafts...I was home by 9:00 went to sleep, only to be woken up at 2:30 am by a phone call telling me the limo was on it's way to pick me up! (WHAT THE FU*K) WELL an hour and a half later (yes 4:00am) the limo rolls up at Eagle Tavern Dr. I hop in and start downing more Champagne (what part of that was a good idea? NONE)...So now I sit trying not to fall back asleep, so I can make it to the hash on time...No sign of a limo ride tonight, so hopefully I will be home at a "decent" hour catching up on the sleep I've lost in the last 2 days...
On-Out
Trying to piece together the evening, things went pretty much like this...Hooters: Food & Beer...Then the discussion led to where are we going next? Downtown...Who is driving? No one spoke up...Hey wanna call Wayne the Limo guy? Next thing ya know the four of us are in a 14 passenger Lincoln Navigator...Shit like this doesn't happen every day so Cinco and I went along for the ride...Several beers and a couple of bottles of Champagne later we are at Thee Dollhouse...I got my first lap dance (I can't remember her name I'm sure it was Barbie or something, and she was from Russia) my first dual lap-dance (that came with a complimentary T-shirt) the best SHOT I've ever had (I had to remove it from the cleavage of the waitress)...
Friday morning was a bit foggy, I was woken up by a "bitch" licking my face...NO Not Cinco but a dog...We stumbled to my car and I drove her home, the whole time we kept asking each other "How the Fu*k did that happen?"...We never did quite figure it out...
Friday evening I met EarShot for dinner & drinks and told him all about my Limo-experience...He quickly told me that he was not going to take me on a limo-ride but he would give me a private lap dance in his hotel room...I denied the offer but, convinced him to climb 11 flights of stairs to his hotel room to work off the chicken wings he had eaten earlier...Unfortunately he convinced me to do the 11 flight hike with him...It was fine we made it to the 11th floor of the hotel in one piece, then took the elevator up to the 19th floor for $1.00 drafts...I was home by 9:00 went to sleep, only to be woken up at 2:30 am by a phone call telling me the limo was on it's way to pick me up! (WHAT THE FU*K) WELL an hour and a half later (yes 4:00am) the limo rolls up at Eagle Tavern Dr. I hop in and start downing more Champagne (what part of that was a good idea? NONE)...So now I sit trying not to fall back asleep, so I can make it to the hash on time...No sign of a limo ride tonight, so hopefully I will be home at a "decent" hour catching up on the sleep I've lost in the last 2 days...
On-Out
posted by Diddy @ 6/04/2005 12:08:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 6/05/2005 10:14 PM,
Mr. Bad Mood said…
you lead a rockstar life. lots of booze, sex, and not remembering things. i wish i was you. :-(
mbm
At 6/06/2005 10:07 PM,
Diddy said…
What a ridiculous weekend!
But we were taking advantage of the situation, never know when the chance to ride in a streatch navigator will come up again!
Well the weekend ended with...YOU guessed it another limo ride on Saturday night...My "weekend off" turned into a never-ending trip...Cinco and I were sitting talking and the days kind of blurred together, hard to tell what happened on which day...
And for those interested, the next date I go on I must be picked up in a private jet
heeheeheee
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