Last night was one hell of a night and a very interesting one. I didn't get into bed until 6am. Went out and got wasted just as I planned. Some new friends came out to hang, which was really awesome.
We did the usual, CBGB'S then Jaderoom and ended up at Roxies across the river. Roxies is kind of a dive strip club where the door is only $8, for anyone who is unfamiliar. It's not about the raunchy skin crawling around on the stages with mostly empty seats. We go to raise a little bit of hell still and to get more liquor and hang out.
While we're there, within the first 30 minutes or so, one of the girls is trying to brush off this guy who had apparently bought her a drink or two but was not interested in what he had to say seeing as apparently he was a purist skinhead.
I didn't know this when I tried to get her out of the conversation in a gentle way that wouldn't result in a fist fight. The girls fight as much as the boys.
Why I got that deep in conversation with this guy, now that I'm sober and hung over it's hard to say, but what started it off was I drew his attention away from her with a few questions about his beliefs. Hey, I'd never met a skinhead before and I wanted to pick his brain.
A few questions leads to a really heavy conversation where he's trying to power play my personality and fluff his feathers and I'm not backing down.. Apparently this is a huge respect thing with him and most of the conversation I remember was him telling me that even though I hate what he beleives in he would rather breed with me and have 10 kids than 1 kid with any other female in the room. Yes he said "breed" a lot. Because of my fire and force of personality and strength in my own values apparently this was a score of major points for me, though he wasn't getting that I didn't give a shit.
To bring the story to an end, he wants to buy me a beer as a sign that he respects me and my views and the conversation we had and I was walking to the bar anyway as I yelled at a skanky stripper who was telling me I couldn't sit at her otherwise empty stage unless I wanted a dance.
This is where the trouble starts. My friends kept coming up to me during the conversation to make sure I was ok with this guy, knowing I can handle myself but kowing he was creepy as shit and looking pretty fucking intense, apparently from watching eyes. So, as we both happen to head towards the bar one of my awesome friends Jay comes up to see if I'm alright, he's black. Skinhead doesn't like that, they tell each other they will fuck each other up which was pretty much all that was goign down,.... until someone set off the alarm in the group and riled up the other drunka s shit greasers I was with saying there was a problem with the skins.
Before I know it everyne is up in each others faces and we're getting thrown out. No harms, no fowls. I end up outside with the skin, who is now going off on a black security officer when he spots me. He goes on again about how I'm a fucking jewel and a rare thing on this earth and he would be proud to blah blah blah, I stopped paying attention.
We end up in the car, too many people. I'm sitting on my friend slap who was up in everyones face and we bounce and wiggle to some good ol rockabilly all the way back to my house while everyone else in the car is still going on about being up in arms.
When I got home Andy was actually still up and awak eon the couch. I tell him about my evening after we split from the bars and he tells me about his while we're getting undressed. It's now 6am. We have awesome sex then pass out.
Now it's 5pm the next day and I've been awake for less than an hour. Saturday nights are never boring.
Rght now I'm debating going to pole dancing class tomorrow as it feels like I've pulled a musle in my right breast/pec. I'm debating tring to see if I can do it left handed as I tend to switch my hands anyway.
Anyone have good remedies for fading bruises relatively quickly?
We did the usual, CBGB'S then Jaderoom and ended up at Roxies across the river. Roxies is kind of a dive strip club where the door is only $8, for anyone who is unfamiliar. It's not about the raunchy skin crawling around on the stages with mostly empty seats. We go to raise a little bit of hell still and to get more liquor and hang out.
While we're there, within the first 30 minutes or so, one of the girls is trying to brush off this guy who had apparently bought her a drink or two but was not interested in what he had to say seeing as apparently he was a purist skinhead.
I didn't know this when I tried to get her out of the conversation in a gentle way that wouldn't result in a fist fight. The girls fight as much as the boys.
Why I got that deep in conversation with this guy, now that I'm sober and hung over it's hard to say, but what started it off was I drew his attention away from her with a few questions about his beliefs. Hey, I'd never met a skinhead before and I wanted to pick his brain.
A few questions leads to a really heavy conversation where he's trying to power play my personality and fluff his feathers and I'm not backing down.. Apparently this is a huge respect thing with him and most of the conversation I remember was him telling me that even though I hate what he beleives in he would rather breed with me and have 10 kids than 1 kid with any other female in the room. Yes he said "breed" a lot. Because of my fire and force of personality and strength in my own values apparently this was a score of major points for me, though he wasn't getting that I didn't give a shit.
To bring the story to an end, he wants to buy me a beer as a sign that he respects me and my views and the conversation we had and I was walking to the bar anyway as I yelled at a skanky stripper who was telling me I couldn't sit at her otherwise empty stage unless I wanted a dance.
This is where the trouble starts. My friends kept coming up to me during the conversation to make sure I was ok with this guy, knowing I can handle myself but kowing he was creepy as shit and looking pretty fucking intense, apparently from watching eyes. So, as we both happen to head towards the bar one of my awesome friends Jay comes up to see if I'm alright, he's black. Skinhead doesn't like that, they tell each other they will fuck each other up which was pretty much all that was goign down,.... until someone set off the alarm in the group and riled up the other drunka s shit greasers I was with saying there was a problem with the skins.
Before I know it everyne is up in each others faces and we're getting thrown out. No harms, no fowls. I end up outside with the skin, who is now going off on a black security officer when he spots me. He goes on again about how I'm a fucking jewel and a rare thing on this earth and he would be proud to blah blah blah, I stopped paying attention.
We end up in the car, too many people. I'm sitting on my friend slap who was up in everyones face and we bounce and wiggle to some good ol rockabilly all the way back to my house while everyone else in the car is still going on about being up in arms.
When I got home Andy was actually still up and awak eon the couch. I tell him about my evening after we split from the bars and he tells me about his while we're getting undressed. It's now 6am. We have awesome sex then pass out.
Now it's 5pm the next day and I've been awake for less than an hour. Saturday nights are never boring.
Rght now I'm debating going to pole dancing class tomorrow as it feels like I've pulled a musle in my right breast/pec. I'm debating tring to see if I can do it left handed as I tend to switch my hands anyway.
Anyone have good remedies for fading bruises relatively quickly?
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minceir:
Try Bio oil or rosehip cream! there is also papaya cream as well 
lemuria:
i love crazy saturday nights. yours sounds very interesting. 