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I'm still tired from the weekend. I can't remember the last time Tuesday rolled around and I was still worn out but it was cool. I don't know if I mentioned this before or not, but Friday I spent the night watching Syracuse get embarrassed by OU. That was miserable because I watched it with my Grandfather, who is miserable. But I finally got my cats back. They jumped into bed with me that night, and it was like they never left.
Saturday night I drove to Austin to spend time with my best friend. His relationship was quickly degenerating, which I assumed would render him an emotional wreck. Well, you know what they say about assumptions. And you do know what they say about assumptions. Don't play that game. Anyway, he was surprisingly happy about it, mostly glad that all this emotional drama happened before they were, you know, married. We spent a while talking about relationships, then we re-discovered our balls and went out to 6th. I demanded we stop at Casino El Camino, despite it being non-smoking, since I had not had their chili cheese fries in years. Just in case any of you want to get on my good side, get me chili cheese fries from Casino El Camino. Then a mutual friend and her husband came to 6th to celebrate the 21st birthday of her friend, so we went to Chuggin Monkey, which reminded me why I didn't go out to 6th all that much when I was in undergrad. Although I will say, the highlight of the evening was watching a remarkably dorky man wearing what can only be described as NASA glasses, a moustache, and a sleeve-less Hawaiin T-Shirt, booty dancing with some obviously drunk women. On the whole, the people there were people I would normally avoid. I have no desire to ever go back to Chuggin Monkey or any club like it. Ever.
So we all jet back to my friend's crib (oh, he owns a house, by the way. Smug bastard.) Some take longer than others because they just had to stop for pizza. And because they're drunk. We proceed to stay up till 5 AM drinking Irish Car Bombs and arguing about Bill Maher.
Sunday night rolls around and it's my grandfather's birthday. It also happens to be Fetish Night at Temple of Flesh. Well, even though I hate my grandfather and wish him nothing but ill, he's still family and you celebrate family member birthdays. At one point he asked me, completely out of the blue, "Who won?" Fuck if I had realized there was even a contest. My friend from across the street had dinner with us and showed me a Youtube Video of Winnie the Pooh worshiping Satan. "Yak's blood, yak's blood!" In response, I showed him the opening sequence of ATHF sung by Mastodon. We were both grateful to be laughing so hard.
This is getting long, so I'll speed things along. Dinner ends, I drove out to Player's Club and turn in my Membership Application to Temple of Flesh. I see that I am simultaneously under- and over-dressed. The membership application fee is $15. I have $14. A very pleasant woman next to me offers me her "cocaine" bill, which I glad accept, because hey, free cocaine. So I finally get into Fetish Night, which I've wanted to do but never had the balls; immediately upon entry, I am nervous like I haven't been in years. I don't know anyone here. I am dressed completely inappropriately. I have no whip. Fortunately for me, though, my nervousness was quite endearing to many of the people at the event. The most common compliment I received that evening was that I was cute and sweet. Later in the evening, I even talked to girl.
I am definitely going to Erotic Easter, but I must find a costume first. I'm thinking a nurse's outfit.
I'm still tired from the weekend. I can't remember the last time Tuesday rolled around and I was still worn out but it was cool. I don't know if I mentioned this before or not, but Friday I spent the night watching Syracuse get embarrassed by OU. That was miserable because I watched it with my Grandfather, who is miserable. But I finally got my cats back. They jumped into bed with me that night, and it was like they never left.
Saturday night I drove to Austin to spend time with my best friend. His relationship was quickly degenerating, which I assumed would render him an emotional wreck. Well, you know what they say about assumptions. And you do know what they say about assumptions. Don't play that game. Anyway, he was surprisingly happy about it, mostly glad that all this emotional drama happened before they were, you know, married. We spent a while talking about relationships, then we re-discovered our balls and went out to 6th. I demanded we stop at Casino El Camino, despite it being non-smoking, since I had not had their chili cheese fries in years. Just in case any of you want to get on my good side, get me chili cheese fries from Casino El Camino. Then a mutual friend and her husband came to 6th to celebrate the 21st birthday of her friend, so we went to Chuggin Monkey, which reminded me why I didn't go out to 6th all that much when I was in undergrad. Although I will say, the highlight of the evening was watching a remarkably dorky man wearing what can only be described as NASA glasses, a moustache, and a sleeve-less Hawaiin T-Shirt, booty dancing with some obviously drunk women. On the whole, the people there were people I would normally avoid. I have no desire to ever go back to Chuggin Monkey or any club like it. Ever.
So we all jet back to my friend's crib (oh, he owns a house, by the way. Smug bastard.) Some take longer than others because they just had to stop for pizza. And because they're drunk. We proceed to stay up till 5 AM drinking Irish Car Bombs and arguing about Bill Maher.
Sunday night rolls around and it's my grandfather's birthday. It also happens to be Fetish Night at Temple of Flesh. Well, even though I hate my grandfather and wish him nothing but ill, he's still family and you celebrate family member birthdays. At one point he asked me, completely out of the blue, "Who won?" Fuck if I had realized there was even a contest. My friend from across the street had dinner with us and showed me a Youtube Video of Winnie the Pooh worshiping Satan. "Yak's blood, yak's blood!" In response, I showed him the opening sequence of ATHF sung by Mastodon. We were both grateful to be laughing so hard.
This is getting long, so I'll speed things along. Dinner ends, I drove out to Player's Club and turn in my Membership Application to Temple of Flesh. I see that I am simultaneously under- and over-dressed. The membership application fee is $15. I have $14. A very pleasant woman next to me offers me her "cocaine" bill, which I glad accept, because hey, free cocaine. So I finally get into Fetish Night, which I've wanted to do but never had the balls; immediately upon entry, I am nervous like I haven't been in years. I don't know anyone here. I am dressed completely inappropriately. I have no whip. Fortunately for me, though, my nervousness was quite endearing to many of the people at the event. The most common compliment I received that evening was that I was cute and sweet. Later in the evening, I even talked to girl.
I am definitely going to Erotic Easter, but I must find a costume first. I'm thinking a nurse's outfit.
thestarduster:
The crap in my pics