Saturday Night In Austin, Texas - Part Deux
Part 1 of this same-titled post included commentary about strongarming one's way to ass for the evening. Hell, it's efficient, though not my choice of "sealing the deal." I suppose I could make some reference to this very subject tonight, but I'll stay away.
So, its Saturday night. The hoes are working the corner, pimps are sitting pretty, bars are stocked, cabs are alert, the pedi-cabs are anxiously waiting, best wurst is cooking, and I am optimistic.
After a wonderful sushi dinner at Silhouette, the crew for this evening (me, James, Tar Heel 1, Tar Heel 2, Tar Heel 3, Erin, and Gator) made our way to 5th street to the Lucky Lounge. That's a total misnomer. I've never gotten "lucky" there. Total crock. Tar Heel 1 and Erin bounced after a while, so the rest of us joined Strongarm Simpson, KW, Big Bad Harla, and KW's friends (more on this later) at the Chuggin Monkey and Spill to finish off the evening.
There's not a lot of commentary on this evening. It was actually pretty fun. Way better than last night. Maybe it was because I went to Spill. Maybe it was because I didn't go to Logan's. Maybe the mood was different. I dunno. Anyway, observations from the evening include:
1. Somehow stumbled onto Gator's extreme situation. Totally sucks; my friend Kingwood Girl went thru the exact same shit this summer, except it also involved a domestic situation and the Houston Police Dept. Awful. So I gained clarity. Gator gets 1 (mayyyybe 2) more calls (see yesterday's post for theoretical insight).
2. Actually believed KW when she said her friend (who clearly dug me at Spill) was not prime hook-up material. I'm sure I'll be glad I listened to her. On this evening, I'll just constantly reevaulate whether I should have listened or not. Yea, Chris isn't cool with chicks who do the whole city. The Next Generation is too important to risk it. (If you don't know about the Next Generation, just ask me.)
3. Generally, a good night in Austin, although I am sad that Tar Heel 2 had to leave early. It was hard to cope with that (double pun, bitches).
4. Super Bowl is tomorrow. Go Bears. KB had the great idea of getting a Mike Ditka sweatshirt for the game tomorrow. Problem is, so did everyone else. He couldn't even find one on eBay. That's got to mean they're out.
I'm gonna get in a TON of trouble in 2007 for this blog. That's ok.
Valentine's day showdown and FilthFest: 2.14.07
2 comments:
so this is why you are always leaving downtown early. to write your blogs? for shame, if you wanna hook up or atleast meet new interesting people you need to stay on 6th until 2:30.
and about KW, it sounds to me like she cockblocked you. though it was in a very sneaky and underhanded way.
and one last thing, fucking a slut you just met downtown won't ruin the next generation as long as you aren't one of them fools who doesn't use protection. if she is hot as hell, and wants to, then just roll with it. then you wouldn't be writing these blogs at 2 am, you'd be fucking instead.
Rob, clearly you didn't meet this chick. Not hot as hell. Fortunately, I can be choosy.
But, nice try on the put-down. Come stronger next time and then you'll get my attention.
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