May 16
After Thursday we spent Friday hungover-edly perusing about downtown we all headed home to recover. A said she’d call me after she finished work and maybe we’d grab a few beers. I sincerely doubted this after the night we had, had and went about my day unsuspecting of the adventures ahead. I went by my firefighting friend Danny's place for a beer and some making out action. He’s a good friend, and has been for a long time, but I am really not interested in him for anything more than a quick fuck. He seems, of late, to be forgetting this, telling me what beautiful eyes I have and how soft my lips are. For someone who does not make me swoon and write Mrs. Firefighter in my notebooks, this kind of talk is a huge turn off, so when A called me up rarin’ for round two, I welcomed the excuse to get out of there early.
I met A and her sister on King West around midnight. We decided we wanted to try out the Bier Market, since we’ve heard good things. I got there first, and was standing solo in the miserable rain when a lovely Lithuanian 40 yr old offered to share his umbrella. I say lovely with sarcasm, but he wasn’t that bad. Anyways when we finally all got inside it was packed to the point of low breathing room while a (pretty good) live band swallowed any hope of conversation. It was the swanky 25 and up crowd and we were under dressed and under funded. As you might guess, we weren’t really feeling it. We stayed for one novel beer (I strongly recommend Extra Special if you’re ever at a place with a wide selection), and left. The pub we had planned to go to had a live band from Halifax and cover was $15 so we opted to find something else. Down the street from the pub was an obvious college bar called, Tequila Jacks. It was busy, busy, and looked like fun so we decided to do it up. Thinking we were gonna be at a pub I was in skinny jeans and a loose tank top, which was not really fitting with the small skirted, grinding club-goers. Unrelenting, I tied my shirt up with an elastic band at the side to flaunt some skin and we absolutely made the best of it.
After downing 5 shots and a couple mixed drinks, we were rockin out hard to the beats on the dance floor. The creepers we had to fend off at the Maddy had nothing on these guys. This was horny, just-legal central. Most of the boys were meathead bros, total wieners. But, we remained undaunted by this fact and were satisfied with dancing with each other. I made it my personal goal to get onto the stage they had in the center of the bar and work it out for a bit, and after not so long I had some one tap me on the shoulder and offer a hand. A later told me that he was ugly as sin, but I couldn’t have cared less, I just wanted the spotlight for a little while. A’s big sister is somewhat of a prude and got into the party life later than us, to say the least. So A and I were both doing a bit of baby-sitting. Later on, though, to my great surprise, we looked over to see her talking very intimately with a pretty cute guy. Enjoying this extra boost of freedom A and I went out to tear it up on the d.floor. Before long a boy creeps up behind me.
Now these situations are always awkward because you can either just walk away assuming the boy was a creep or you can turn around awkwardly and check him out and then decide. Neither of these options is particularly ideal so way-back-when, on our grad trip, A, our other friend, and I made up a clever technique that I think should most definitely be shared with the world. When a boy comes up behind you, lean to your friend and ask, “how’s the weather?”. Your friend then either responds with, “hot” or “cold”, depending on if the boy is worthy of your hot ass on his grinding pelvic region orrr not-so-much. It’s pretty effective.
So! At this point in the night I ask A, “how’s the weather?” and she responded with, “hot”. Game on. In the dark this boy was pretty impressive. He was taller than me (standing at 5’’11 that’s always a huge plus), big arms, solid chest and a great kisser. So for a while I thoroughly enjoyed his company. In the meantime A had hooked up with his friend and they were playfully joking around and dancing. Somewhere in this time A’s sister came up to her and said not to worry about her, but she was leaving with her boy. World, I cannot tell you how proud of her I am for this bold move. Still loving it as I recall it. Eventually it was, yet again, lights up, and we were still full of energy. So the boys ask us to go back to their friends place in the UofT rez (SO WEIRD), oh right, they were a year younger...anyways we get back and smoke some weed, and chill out with the boys and their friends. My boy was dessssperately trying to get me to go do the nasty with him in the fucking common room their rez had. Needless to say I was not down. He was, however, a baller, for reasons that are.. less than legal, and was more than willing to shell out for a hotel room, or so he kept telling me. Ah I have neglected two very important facts. I was HORRIFIED to discover in the light that he was not only :
1. a total pizza, butter face, but also,
2. He. Had. Braces.
I know, I know. Disgusting, I would normally never do it, but he was a cool kid, and he knew how to press my buttons. So after watching these boys act like 14 year old idiots, completely trashing a rez lounge (I’m talking, tossing yogurt across the room, stealing people’s leftovers, being total utter douchebags) A and I were getting fed up. We agreed to get a hotel room if they shelled out... later we discussed why each of us said, ‘yes’, to that and realized that neither of us actually wanted to... but to the point, we started to leave this friggen university rez (people had yelled at us to STFU, terribly sorry to all them, it was embarrassing) and then the boys just went and sat in the room for like 10 minutes. During that time A and I made an executive decision to leave. We went in, said a vauge, “nice to meet you and thanks for the maryjane” and left. I heard my cutie yell, “I wanted to fuck you!”. Such sweet boys.
On the way back to A’s place we saw a misty dawn. I went to sleep at 6.30am after a very unexpected and interesting night. All in all, another adventurous weekend. Till next time, peace and love
Today's title brought to you by: Memories - Kid CuDi ft. David Guetta
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