It’s almost 1pm and I’ve been up since 8 this morning. I got a call, just 4 hours after I finally fell asleep, that Kate wanted to get picked up from the hotel where she and her girlfriends spent the night from their party. Apparently the girls got too crazy and didn’t pace themselves in the arena of alcohol consumption. It looks like the girls that keep us guys in check cannot function properly when we’re aren’t present. Somewhere along the lines somebody lost a phone, a purse and a lot of them lost their dinners. They were a hot tranny mess, and only a few could attempt to keep things in order. And I am glad they did.
As for making memories… o yeah they will have some memories. Sadly, I have a hunch they were drunk by 12 and attending to their drunkenship from there on out.
On a separate note, the three of us guys, whose girlfriends are accompanying Kate at her party, hung out. Pizza Orgasmica in my neighborhood, with a few brews. Three guys digging their faces into some crepes from Genki. We downed a few shots and played darts and Buckshot. We made a new friend who offered to play darts with us. What’s funny is that her vibe reminded me of Kate. Just cool, happy go lucky, and she was wearing Kate’s scent.
It was 2. The night was not over. I suggested we take Jeremy to Lusty Lady, an adult theatre in North Beach, where familiar adolescent habits of inserting dollar bills into an electronic slot would come in handy. $1. 1 minute. The black curtain raises and a room, with poles, red carpet and ladies in nothing but the outfit they were born in. Very gross. Very grimy. Not my style. Not to mention that there were random custard napkins clumsily thrown across the floor. Nonetheless, it was entertianmen for the sake of hosting two dudes who will probably have to nurse their girlfriends’ hangovers.
While the girls’ memories had a hard stop at about midnight, our night lived on. Dudes. Pizza. Beers. Crepes. Shots. Darts. Random stranger with unique vibe. The co-op owned adult theatre. Yeah… alls I can say is that Kate and Khat were jealous when we told them of our adventure. They wanted in. Well… except for the party with the stick napkins on the ground. Gross. yeah…