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Free Beers And Making Out With BarfliesThat’s usually most people think when Friday comes along, and for me I couldn’t wait for a weekend to relax and recover from an unusually stressful week at work (however stress at work is a growing problem that I’m not happy about.) I made the most of my Friday night at Lilu‘s housewarming party. She certainly had a big crowd in her new Columbia Heights pad, and all the A-list people were there in style. I even met a few other cool bloggers. The night was nothing short of fantastic, there was a Pinata full of candy that nobody wanted to eat (probably explains why we are too old for it), and we crammed into Lilu’s bathroom to do some things we haven’t done since college. Lilu’s wasn’t the only stop in the neighborhood that night, I also visited my pals Ryan and Sara and we hit up a couple of places to end the night. Wonderland wasn’t that great since the patio was already closed and for the first time I went upstairs and saw the mosh pit of popped collars and sweat. Thanks but no thanks. So we decided to go to Commonwealth where on the way we walk by an apartment building where a middle-aged Hispanic guy was looking out his window while drinking some Miller Lites. That’s where the oddest thing happened. He struck up a conversation with us which somehow led to him coming down to give us some free beers. I have to say that the people are nothing but generous in Columbia Heights. Oddly enough that was only the second weirdest thing to happen to us that night. Once we got to Commonwealth it was getting late and the amount of people left inside told that story. We walked up to the bar and grabbed some seats, we sat at the end of the bar where there was this girl in a red dress to my left. She was fumbling through her purse and noticed me as soon as I sat down. She had an empty can of PBR and a glass full of Guinness and turned to me to complain about how she was already cut off by the bartending. Upon hearing her slurred delivery and failure to sit up-right while telling me this I already figured she was telling the truth. She proceeded to hit on me while I was talking with Ryan and Sara, she said she was a lawyer but the glitter on her face and the large amounts of cash she kept digging out of her purse told me otherwise. Sara and Ryan walked outside to take a smoke and that’s when she made her big move. She leaned into to me for the kiss and I did something I don’t believe I have ever done in my life. I turned the other cheek. Mind you I love making out with girls but there was something about this girl that just wasn’t right. Actually everything about this girl wasn’t right. As she made out with my cheek she questioned my refusal of her advances, “what are you gay or something?” I wish I could tell her what I really thought, “No, definitely not gay but I enjoy a disease free body thank you very much.” It’s a decision I won’t be regretting anytime soon. Related posts: 12 comments to Free Beers And Making Out With Barflies |
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“No, definitely not gay but I enjoy a disease free body thank you very much.”
I only wish you’d said just that. It probably would have gone right over her head at that point.
.-= Liebchen´s last blog ..Paranoia or legitimate concern? =-.
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Patrick
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September 14th, 2009 at 12:52 pm
I’m too nice what can I say. Maybe I should be more rude like certain hip-hop artists.
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Twitter: Livitluvit
You totally should have said it. If she’d swung, there was an 80% chance she would’ve missed.
.-= LiLu´s last blog ..This Is How We Do Iiiiit. (Apparently.) =-.
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Patrick
Twitter: dmbosstone
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September 14th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
True but I totally would get pinned on the non-fight and get thrown out.
OR
I’d drop the line and she’d not swing but swoon and we’d make love on the bar where I’d catch TB or something.
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As a lawyer, I can tell you-I wouldn’t have ruled her out based on the cash and the glitter. Some lawyers I know take it to the extreme when blowing off steam on a weekend night.
In fact, most lawyers I know do that…sad but true.
.-= Frank L´s last blog ..So I Tweet Now =-.
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Patrick
Twitter: dmbosstone
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September 14th, 2009 at 11:07 pm
That would be an extreme- but do most lawyers keep cash in five different pockets of their purse?
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Ditto on Frank’s lawyer perspective.
But good move. Sucking strange, barely conscious face is oddly not everything it’s cracked up to be.
.-= f.B´s last blog ..twentysomething =-.
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Patrick
Twitter: dmbosstone
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September 14th, 2009 at 11:08 pm
Really? Damn those movies lie!
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You would never know I only wear bonnets and floor length skirts to work, would you?
.-= lemmonex´s last blog ..Our So Called Lives =-.
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Patrick
Twitter: dmbosstone
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September 14th, 2009 at 11:09 pm
Bonnets? They sound sexy as hell!
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Oh thats my favorite way to tell someone is way way too drunk. Complaining they’ve been cut off when they still have alcohol right in front of them.
Not that I’ve never done that.
Never ever.
.-= Maxie´s last blog ..Postcard Parade =-.
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Twitter: dmbosstone
Well Maxie, I’m sure you would of been a tad more classy.
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