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Beer, Buds, and Bootay
Aug. 7th, 2003 12:45 amPicked up Matthew from The Blue Line, and it was zoom zoom zoom.
About 2 minutes after we pulled back into my driveway, mom pulled in with the Pretty New Accura. WOW. Big black beautiful...just like...*ahem*
Anyrate, after oggling the car and explaining to her how to use some of the nifty sci-fi features, they headed out and my neighbor brought by a mess of greens and cornbread (not that the two are related, it just happened like that).
Shortly thereafter, Matthew and I lit out to get dinner, and perhaps head up to the club (which he was merrilly eager to hit).
We went down to Shoreline Village and decided to get food at The Yard House. (**Note to self: Shoreline Village is an excellent spot for romance and sunset. Not that I was looking for that with Matthew, but DAMN, I really need to bring some woman down there. [***Note to self: Ask out more women.]) We stood around for a while talking about lost loves, moving plans, work (or rather avoiding the subject) and kinda what we're looking for out of life. At least for now.
Rather introspective for two people who haven't really talked in nearly a year.
We caught up on some of what we've been doing (Matthew has a MUCH cooler career than I [**note to self: Get a CAREER.], but that's not too hard. I get drunk more often? Proud of this?...uuuuuuuhhh....?), and then headed on in when the little hockey puck started glowing and vibrating.
As we were being seated, I swear to god I had walked in on them filming Elimidate: Two girls making out with each other while a guy looked on holding one of the girl's hands. I was like "Wholly shit! This guy is going to live the dream tonight!"
We sat down, and began looking through the HUGE drink Menu, and the table with the Party Girls started getting louder, and then I saw the big engagement ring. Wow.
Matthew and I started chanting gaming, which was cool too, and the Blonde Party Girl's fiance showed up. Shortly thereafter, she stood up (and I realized she was drunk as hell) and pulled down her pants, THEN bent over to moon her fiance...and everyone behind her. Like Me (**note to self: Find Drunk Girls WHO Are Willing To Drop Trou, and ASK THEM OUT).
It was a nice ass. Smooth, tone, and near perfect. And within grasping range. And she actually held it there long enough for me to 1) Get a really good look, 2) Say to Matthew "Look! Ass!", 3) Point it out to Matthew, who got to turn around and look, 4) For the Cuddly Lesbians at the next table to look and for some reason be disgusted, and 5) For her to shake, smack and rub her buttocks at everyone.
Too bad the management didn't like it. I don't think that I've ever seen anyone get tossed out of The Yard House before. Wow. They made her drink up and leave. LEAVE. But I think that all of the guys that were sitting where she aimed her bootay didn't mind. Maybe it was a draw. Maybe it didn't go well with the 200 odd beers that they serve. Hurm.
Anyrate, we sat there and talked and talked and then headed home full and sate.
Alas, Matthew didn't realize just how tired he was, and by the time we got out of there, it was late. Dude had been up since 5am this morning. Egads. Crazy boy. So no club for me, but the power of an early night. Well, save that no Transmission, there is sleep. Even trade off, not even. But probably something good for my not dying, yeah. But there next week with a RIOT on for The DJ!
And I miss Professor Vast's performance...dammit. But hey, I get a Matthew in exchange, so, you know...I'll take it :-)
About 2 minutes after we pulled back into my driveway, mom pulled in with the Pretty New Accura. WOW. Big black beautiful...just like...*ahem*
Anyrate, after oggling the car and explaining to her how to use some of the nifty sci-fi features, they headed out and my neighbor brought by a mess of greens and cornbread (not that the two are related, it just happened like that).
Shortly thereafter, Matthew and I lit out to get dinner, and perhaps head up to the club (which he was merrilly eager to hit).
We went down to Shoreline Village and decided to get food at The Yard House. (**Note to self: Shoreline Village is an excellent spot for romance and sunset. Not that I was looking for that with Matthew, but DAMN, I really need to bring some woman down there. [***Note to self: Ask out more women.]) We stood around for a while talking about lost loves, moving plans, work (or rather avoiding the subject) and kinda what we're looking for out of life. At least for now.
Rather introspective for two people who haven't really talked in nearly a year.
We caught up on some of what we've been doing (Matthew has a MUCH cooler career than I [**note to self: Get a CAREER.], but that's not too hard. I get drunk more often? Proud of this?...uuuuuuuhhh....?), and then headed on in when the little hockey puck started glowing and vibrating.
As we were being seated, I swear to god I had walked in on them filming Elimidate: Two girls making out with each other while a guy looked on holding one of the girl's hands. I was like "Wholly shit! This guy is going to live the dream tonight!"
We sat down, and began looking through the HUGE drink Menu, and the table with the Party Girls started getting louder, and then I saw the big engagement ring. Wow.
Matthew and I started chanting gaming, which was cool too, and the Blonde Party Girl's fiance showed up. Shortly thereafter, she stood up (and I realized she was drunk as hell) and pulled down her pants, THEN bent over to moon her fiance...and everyone behind her. Like Me (**note to self: Find Drunk Girls WHO Are Willing To Drop Trou, and ASK THEM OUT).
It was a nice ass. Smooth, tone, and near perfect. And within grasping range. And she actually held it there long enough for me to 1) Get a really good look, 2) Say to Matthew "Look! Ass!", 3) Point it out to Matthew, who got to turn around and look, 4) For the Cuddly Lesbians at the next table to look and for some reason be disgusted, and 5) For her to shake, smack and rub her buttocks at everyone.
Too bad the management didn't like it. I don't think that I've ever seen anyone get tossed out of The Yard House before. Wow. They made her drink up and leave. LEAVE. But I think that all of the guys that were sitting where she aimed her bootay didn't mind. Maybe it was a draw. Maybe it didn't go well with the 200 odd beers that they serve. Hurm.
Anyrate, we sat there and talked and talked and then headed home full and sate.
Alas, Matthew didn't realize just how tired he was, and by the time we got out of there, it was late. Dude had been up since 5am this morning. Egads. Crazy boy. So no club for me, but the power of an early night. Well, save that no Transmission, there is sleep. Even trade off, not even. But probably something good for my not dying, yeah. But there next week with a RIOT on for The DJ!
And I miss Professor Vast's performance...dammit. But hey, I get a Matthew in exchange, so, you know...I'll take it :-)
