concaf

Well after a long night of debauchery, once again I ended up at the nekky bar. How or why, I have no idea. Actually, I lie. I have a very clear idea. I was cold. I wandered down to fells, and in my already slightly intoxicated position, I was getting impatient with the parking situation. Now, a smartman would have just parked at his office a few short blocks away, but I am not a smart man. Instead, I end up parking way the fuck up on broadway near the hood, only to face a 3 block walk , about as far as if I had just parked at my office. Now if I had just parked at my office, I would have made it to my original destination, Lulus, but instead I found myself walking past the ritz, shivering, and deciding to go in there instead because it was close and warm. Now, part of me can understand the whole, only because I was cold, but I think it was just my subconscious urges to go to the nekky bar winning out over my conscious sensible side. Either way, I had fun. Got some lap dances from an art cutie from supercult.com, which happens to be run by an old college buddy/guy-I-know. It was fun, she seemed like a cool cat. But who knows, she was shaking her tits in my face and grinding my crotch, so my opinion might be kind of skewed.

In other news, Baltimore's 2am closing time is really getting to me. I'm usually hitting my second wind at that hour and then find myself at home at 3am wide awake, blue balled and eating taco bell.

Also dudes, my legs are so retardedly sore from shaking my tail feathers the other night, wtf? Clearly I am a wussy. Now this wussy is going to eat some omelet.