twenty-five
Happy birthday to Steven at Human Nature. Steven was freaking out a bit earlier this week at the prospect of turning twenty-five. It's a milestone birthday, no doubt. Quarter-century. Twenties half over. I must have been thinking these things when I turned 25, because I:
Do it up in style, Steven. You young pup, you.
- went out with Peter and Jason, and drank too much
- had a lap dance at Remington's
- later on the dance floor at Club Colby's, made everyone smell my finger (it was stripper perineum, not ass... I swear to God)
- wound up at the tubs, where there was a big lineup (for rooms and lockers)
- started talking to the guy beside me, who asked what I had done that Monday night
- found out it was his birthday, too
- asked him if he wanted to get out of line and go back to my place
- back at my apartment, I actually carded him to see if he shared my birthday (which he did)
- blew him in front of my kitchen sink, then sent him home
- went to class the next day with a massive hangover
Do it up in style, Steven. You young pup, you.
Comments
AG spent her 25th in Hawaii and enjoyed every moment of it.
Nolff: @ the strip club... no
@ my apartment... probably
AG: I am dirrrty
Timmy: you never forget your first lap dance!
HA HA!
I know someone who gets off on stinky fingers. Seriously.
MR, thank you for the shout out.
Salem, shut it.