Haha, no the one in my room. I could go downstairs, but roommate has a bunch of people over and I don't really much care for their antics. Sailing "duke" is still here.
I hate being drunk early. I don't know why, maybe I started too early. I have "Push it" stuvk in my head.
Why don't you go out somewhere? You're in Boston? Surely there has to be a bar somewhere that allows black people.
I was actually at a bar earlier. I could go out, but all the bars in this neighborhood are post-frat sweatdens that make me wish I knew where to buy stock in short white guys with baseball caps. Also, I'm not trying to get laid, which makes going out seem that much more pointless.
You mean you of all people don't live in a neighbourhood where you can find a quiet, snooty bar and sit and read a book / tap away at a mac laptop and pretend to be writing a screenplay? I had an idea earlier this week of installing myself in such a bar straight after work and reading a french book I've been going through. You know, enjoy some air conditioning. But then I thought going to bars in work clothes (I am a dignified gentleman and wear ties to work) and sipping at a cocktail of some kind and reading a book in french was a little too rich, even for my tastes. So I went home and drank beer and did not read that book.
There is a new phone app called SocialTap (or something) that is testing in Chicago. 50 bars/clubs were fitted with face recognition technology to be able to count the number of men and women entering the bar/club. You can use this app to get a breakdown if it is a sausage fest or fish feast before walking into the bar. For Android and iPhone. Brilliant idea. Now should I drink tequila or whiskey?
Man, you have no idea. Earlier I was wearing what I am now, which is a black oxford and grey slacks and I was absolutely convinced when I went into the bar that I was in fact a homosexual.
Tequila. Dumb question. You know... if I hadn't married my husband... I totally would have married tequila. Everyone should drink it on Thursdays (and Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays)! <a class="postlink" href="http://twitter.com/#!/TequilaThursday" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://twitter.com/#!/TequilaThursday</a>
Uh oh. Looks like I'll be hanging with the chica and her mom, which could be a problem, as they're sober and I'm...not. HOW THE HELL DO YOU "CASUALLY" INTRODUCE THE IDEA OF AN INCESTUOUS THREESOME. Man, you claim to be a bisexual married swinger on ONE online dating site and all of a sudden you're flooded by horny gay mean.
Fair enough that you thought you were gay, but bear in mind you are the guy that says he doesn't care too much for being blowjobbed. I didn't have any thoughts questioning my heterosexuality, I had thoughts of "really, dude, you want to be that guy?". I wish my girlfriend had hooker's dedication to fellatio. But alas. By the way if your girlfriend's mom is hot enough to threesome with, good choice. It means your girlfriend will still be hot at that age.
She's not, really. But it would be a good story. I think homosexuals probably get more bjs per capita than hets, tho.
By the way, my ambivalence towards getting head has gotten me more oral sex offers than you could shake a stick at. Just like when I say I don't like brownies, people are convince that it's only because I haven't tried THEIR brownies. It's like O.Henry and Alannis Morrisette had a baby and named it THIS EXACT SITUATION.
I just did two things that were really, really stupid. 1) I put pure cane sugar into my drink (instead of simple syrup). It doesn't dissolve. 2) I poured all ingredients, including club soda, into a shaker. Raise your hand if you've ever had a shaker basically explode on you. See this is why I stick to drinking drinks neat.
Now that I'm good and baked with half a dozen beers in me I think I'm ready to type this out. My (very good) friend is probably a rapist. The first incident occurred over a decade ago at a post graduation party held at his house. A mutual friend who was seen to be hanging all over him towards the end of the night blew the rape whistle the next day when someone informed her that they were observed in the basement by a few other people. This girl was prone to some exaggerated silliness and ONLY said something after she knew other people had seen her. I chalked it up to her being embarrassed about fucking him since she was a few notches out of his league. The second incident occurred during college where he, I and this second girl all attended. Freshman year, we're all hanging in familiar circles and the two of them are hanging out. He tells me he's trying to make progress with her, she's not having any of it. I assumed nothing ever happened. Fast forward to our high school reunion. He doesn't make it, she has a few too many drinks and a couple of us are telling tales at a pub table post party. We start talking about college, the conversation turns to who we had dated, I bring up my buddy, she launches into a story about how he basically raped her. Nothing violent and probably borderline if this was a stand alone incident and I didn't know the first and third stories. The third incident happened 4 years ago and I haven't been given the full scoop yet but so far it falls into the same pattern as the second incident. Now I'm remembering all sorts of little things too which doesn't help his case. Yuck.
Oh and a maybe bad idea... Smoke a nice fatty, grill steaks, just as you settle into a nice high add a few beers. Then as you start to digest and the high buzz fades drop a couple of "test" drops from a new tincture blend under your tongue. Whoa buddy.