Monday January 13, 2003 at 02:29 pm

Saturday

You know I really need to work a 4 day, 10 hour shift, because my weekends are now here near long enough. By the time I’m done working on Friday, I’m so mental drained form doing nothing all week and having this place wear me down, I spend the majority of the day Sat regaining some inkling of strength and mental dexterity to deal with the weekend, okay actually only Saturday night. Of course Sundays is often times spent recovering and getting ready for another mind numbing week come Monday. Anyway enough ranting about my crap job, again, on with the weekend report.

~*~News Flash~*~

~Sean aka Turbo Grimmy Forgets the Drama with Dj Mgyx and Roomies~

Apparently there was a massive blow out this weekend with Sean and Fawna and she’s defiantly going back to Cali, leaving him pretty much, as Double D used to say “with dick in hand”, so with a quick analysis of the situation being that Fawna was currently being quite unreasonable, suggested going out for the evening and forgetting about everything and just have a good time. Of course he calls to tell me this while I’m doing mach 2 down the freeway to get home, thinking Mike and Steve are sitting there waiting on me, to which I find out there not quite ready themselves and have been glued to the TV watching the play-offs.

So I give Mike the low down and we go to scoop up the Grimster from the bar next to Landsharks, whereas I find out everyone is leaving Landsharks due to some loyalty to the current Manager Glen, who seems to be being pressured out by the other investors. Glens’ a cool guy and all, but I refused to get involved in some Employee coup. Apparently Candace was hanging out with Sean there, and had plans of her own even though I gave her a hard time about being scared about going out with us, and loaded up the ride and headed out. Most of the ride I tried to get some rest and let the 2 burgers, I had eaten on the way to pick up Sean, settle in. I had spent all day at the barbershop, and didn’t get a chance to eat, so I wanted something in my stomach to offset the impending adventure. The rest of the trip was spent listening the Steve and Mike sing Kriss Kross Songs, as a result to my new “twists”

We got there a little later than usual, and for the 1^st hr or so it just didn’t seem like the vibe was there, that was until�one of them�gave me her sympathy shot of tequila, I say it was a sympathy shot simply because no one else would drink it, and of course she couldn’t possibly take 2 shots back to back. After that we all did a round of Flaming Dr Peppers, which decided not to flame at all at 1^st forcing that Bartender to redo our shots with more “151”, which was kinda strange because every person including myself whose made Flaming DP’s, has always used straight “151” as the shot and not a mix of alcohols, granted Amaretto does adda nice flavor to it, I personally prefer straight “151” Nonetheless, in the end the all flamed up nicely and were soon extinguished and down in unison. I have to say the Flaming Dr Peppers has become my shot of choice even though it’s kinda not a shot but a cocktail that’s slammed.

The night progressed after the shots and things started to pick up slightly, only a small portion of the usual gang was there, and I kinda felt like an ass cuz I really couldn’t introduce Sean to the few that were there, simply because I still have yet to get their names down except for 1 or 2 of them, but I quickly got over it. When Sean reaffirmed what I had already told him, that Woody’s was a selective target rich environment. Of course the camera was brought along, and soon the random burst of a flash bulb was illuminating the crevices of the club. At some point I handed it over to Either Mike or Sean to take a few as I was more interested in my drinks and dancing.

Ironically enough, even though I said I don’t like driving, okay technically riding out to Woody’s because Mike drives, I always have more fun there, and even stranger, I’ve danced more at Woody’s than most of the other clubs I’ve gone to except for a few. I think the only other clubs were I’ve danced more would by Pompeii, no called Club Freedom, and Rockin Rodeo now remodeled and called Graham Central Station, the main difference is usually those clubs I went to with the people I danced with, whereas Woody’s I just go with the crew and dance with whoever.

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Take for instance Patty and her friend, Chris both of whom said I looked exactly like someone they knew, and were all about giving mad hugs and kisses, more so Patty than her friend Chris, but that’s only because Chris’s boyfriend is the jealous type and she didn’t want to have anything go down, other wise as she put it, we all would be having more “Fun”. It turns out Sean and I have been hanging around the same girls but at different times, and when we do run into each other finally, all we looked at each other, and simply grinned and said switch. Even funnier was at the end of the night, when I come to find out that patty’s man was has a definite height advantage over me, doesn’t really care what she does in the club, and was perfectly kewl with her woman, literally right in front of him, slamming her tongue down my throat and groping the packaging.

Okay now, I’ve been through some weird shit before, and those that read back know this, but this was a 1^st, and kinda uncomfortable, seeing as yes I was enjoying the kiss, but at the same time, I’m looking at room trying to find the crew if all of a sudden this bulldog decided to get rabid, and come after me, and what made it worse yet, better was having some grabbing me from behind, and come to find out it was her friend Chris, who I already knew her man, would be pissed, but turns out he was in the bathroom, by the cabaret, so I could at least see him charging. Chris however kept herself to mild groping and wanting me to give her “high fives”, which got kinda annoying but, hey I had a really good buzz going at that point.

So as we’re walking out, Patty grabs me and to give me another hug, and tells me she’ll be back gain next weekend and that I better have more fun with her, because her husband won’t be there. She then tells me that my friend, obviously hinting at Sean, licked her tummy earlier, perplexed and kinda laughed at asked her why the hell that just came out of left field, and she noted my tongue ring glowing under the black light, which if I would have yanked back any slower she would have ripped out of my tongue when she was poking at it. Then almost like the drunken high school girl saying “I’m sooooo drunk”, she tells me “I’m soooo fun”, so at this point I’m feeling cocky (no pun intended), and started to lick down the front of her shirt to her belly button, she started quivering so I stopped, she then grabbed my head, pulled me up, damn near yanking out my earring, wrapped a leg around my, start squirming and told me If I’m not there next weekend she’ll hunt me down. I laughed, and asked “Let me guess, so we can have some real fun?” to which she responded only after a quick glance for her man, “You’re damn right we will”.

After that she and Chris gave each other hugs and Chris noted she wanted to be licked as well, but I couldn’t because her man was standing just off to the left of me, so of course Patty obliged her, that Mike partially caught it on camera, see the pic above, note chris disgruntled man in the background.

After that little incident, I said goodbye to Shameka and her friend, who of course I can’t remember the name she gave me and who was constantly taking pictures of me dancing with Shameka.

After we finally rounded everyone up outside we took a group picture and headed to Denny’s where Steve and one of his friends, continued their, feverish debate of whom of the two of them was fucking whose mom, and just who was sucking whose dick. Mike and I both agreed that there had to be some underlying issues going on with those 2, other than them both being drunk as hell as you can see in the pic below.