remy

Sweet monkey christ.

Last night roundabout 8pm, I was invited to a VIP party at the club, since I'm there so often. But I didn't have a ride,so the girl said she'd call me back when she was ready to go and we'd see what was going on. Then Kari called me a little while later and invited me to the same party (they both worked there, these girls) and I told her the same, so she told me she'd call me back soon and to see if I could get a ride from the other girl, who actually lives about a minute away from me. So a couple hours pass and I pretty much blow it off that they're busy and don't feel like giving me a ride. The first girl calls me and says she's on her way to pick me up, and do I still want to go? And I say yeah, I'll go. It's about 10pm now. So she picks me up and we go, but I haven't heard from Kari about whether or not she's coming along. So I'm at the club for a little while, I order a pepsi with my last two dollars of the week and watch the friend I came with get trashed while she's complaining about her boyfriend. Well, I call Kari and learn she's coming and suddenly I'm happy, even though I was really in a pretty crappy mood most of the day last night. So Kari gets there and her and the girl I came with are dancing on each other (and on everyone else) and it never occurs to me really to go out there and join them because of all the opportunities I'd had and passed up to do just that when I was at parties at Kari's house. There are just some boundaries I don't lightly cross with friends. Especially ones I wouldn't mind having a relationship with, because then I'll start thinking about them too much and get muddled in the head. Well, Melissa, the friend I'm with, drags me out to the dance floor and I get a crash course in dirty dancing. Oh. My. Stars. I've danced with girls before, I'm not a prude or a loser. But damn. This girl was up in my business. Most of the time I'm used to sitting and watching people, I'm content that way. But she did that, and then she dragged me up into the cage where Kari was dancing and they danced with me a little bit before I broke away and went down to the dance floor, thinking Man, I'm glad I got out of there before I did something stupid. Well, then genius that I am, I look up and I see how amazingly beautiful Kari is dancing up there with Melissa and something just clicks in me. It's like there's a tiger pacing below the surface and sometimes it just has to come out. The tiger came out there and in a move of boldness that I usually possess, but choose to ignore, I was up in the cage again like a lightning bolt. So I get up there and I'm dancing with Melissa, but then I go up to Kari (the forbidden fruit!) and I start dancing with her and she starts dancing ON me and grabs me and pulls me against her and we danced like that for what seemed like an eternity (probably just the length of a song) while Melissa came up behind me and...well, let's just say them girls made a sammich out of ol' Remy. That happened a few more times last night until I was just .

Then when the club closed down so as not to violate after hours sale of liquor laws, I thought we were going home...instead we went to someone's apartment, and then someone's house for some kind of afterparty that really involved me sitting on the couch and watching Melissa make out with her boyfriend while avoiding strange girls I didn't know trying to dance with me. It comes time to come home, and I realize Melissa's completely wasted, but it's her car. So I take the keys from her and I take her back to our subdivision and she tells me she's fine and can drop me off and drive the rest of the way home herself, maybe two miles. Yeah...so I drove her home and walked home, which was only about 2 blocks if you cut across people's yards and over fences. So I ended the night a hero, but boy did I get a time to remember. Oh man, I'm not sure if I'll regret crossing that line I always set for myself though. She was so soft and beautiful and affectionate...enough of that!

xo
Remy