i apologize for my absence as i spent the past week romping down the west coast in vegas, santa barbara, and los angeles. i won't go into detail about my trip as i'm sure they'll come out sporadically (similar to what's about to happen below). it was a very good time and i reaffirmed my move to new york in may.
this morning i was showering and reflecting back on this past summer. one memory that stuck with me throughout today comes from my last week in the city. and in an attempt to be more of an open book for complete strangers, i'll elaborate here.
my last visit to metropolitan in brooklyn bestowed upon me an interesting experience. after spending the night drinking with some coworkers and wendy on the bar's back patio and doing bumps of coke inside a bathroom stall in between making out with the guy with the drugs, i was flying high and looking to make some new friends. one man stuck out to me because he was dressed in a bathrobe, carrying a stuffed bear, and wearing an amanda lepore mask. perfect.
i immediately told him i thought he was so original for dressing so extravagantly at the bar and he informed me he had just come from a costume party in the city. he and i chatted as friend after friend streamed out of the bar until even wendy said she was ready to go. however, i was high on coke and feeling chatty so i decided to stay with my robed gentleman.
after talking for awhile, he got hungry and invited me to go get some food. since i was on drugs my appetite wasn't really there but i told him i'd go with him, anyway. we ended up in some bodega near the bar where he got some italian sub or something and we headed back to his apartment so he could eat.
as he sat there chowing down i admired his eclectic christmas decorations (about 7 months out of season). after he finished i started to come down so i let him know i should be leaving. it was about 5am at this point. he told me i should stay and that i wouldn't feel obligated to do anything sexual. i said i'd stay so he kissed me. tricked!
after fooling around in his living room we ended up in his bed where things began to get pretty heavy. right until he passed out underneath me. this is where it gets dicey. i tried to keep going and he even woke up for a minute after i was on top of him. but he didn't stay conscious long. who knew 36 year olds couldn't hold their booze?
eventually i rolled off of him and he tried to put his arm around me. i was able to slide out from under it, get dressed, and pick around for anything worth stealing. after finding nothing of value (yes, i steal), i headed home on my favorite g-train.
i'm buying drugs today and i'm going to get very, very high.
2 comments:
hello! i like your blog. =)
no air? it is agonizingly lame. we all know chris brown can do better.
think i'm going to make it a rule to never show up in a social situation without drugs.
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