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Dancing last night was a blast. The party started VERY slow, but once it started going, it REALLY started going.Thor and I had to meet out at Troutdale and then went to the party from there.
I knew Shelly and Samantha. Samantha (Sam) is a friend of Shelly's that I also know from Berbati's. It turns that Shelly is a really good friend with one of my cousins.
I changed my name when I was 14 and I did it again when I was 28. In the middle of the party Sam looked at me and said, "so how's life going xxxx?". And I'm sure I looked like a pole axed cow as I tried to place her face into my past. Apparently she and my cousin were sitting at a cafe on 23rd Wednesday night when Thor and I walked by.
Mostly what I did last night was to dance. I got to spend some time with a friends of Shelly's. The one who is really homophobic. Mostly I danced in, around and with her. Later she told me that I was fun to dance with. This actually meant something to me because this friend is a hotty (or a haughty, both spellings work) and I can not see her handing out a compliment with out meaning it.
Why do I care? You ask. Well I can not really say that I know how to dance, I just let the music move me. Sometimes it looks like an epileptic fit, other times it's purely sexual. Swing dance has a "right" way to it, and I'm not that bad at it, but just going dancing, I'm still getting comfy with.
So this morning, I got up, went to Mel and Lisa's to pick up Karise and go out to breakfast with her. We then headed over to Joe's place to drop her off with my Dad, and for me to do e-death with Joe. My dad forgot my cell number and ended up going home to call me. Then he and Karise headed off, and Joe and I played a LOT of TA. We tried to play brood war, but his systems kept locking up.
About 22:30 I headed out to go to Berbati's for fetish night. It was cool, I got in for $6.00, They have a sliding scale for gate fee on fetish night. It goes from $0.00 to $10.00, depending on how freaky you look. I got in for $7.00 minus a buck for the pierced nipples.
Ear plugs were a great help because the place was LOUD. And the shows were wild. For the most part I just danced. But there was an energy there that I liked. People were there to be seen, so staring was more than just allowed, it was almost expected. I got flirted with last night more than I have in a LONG time (if ever). I think the level of women that I was flirting with has something to do with it. I mean face it, if someone who could be a super model smiles back at you when you look at her apraisingly, it does something to your heart that can only be called good.
The thing that got me though was the live not-quite sex show with the catholic school girl, her boyfriend and the head master of the school. It was hot. When she pulled off her panties and sat on his face, I said to myself, "I don't think this is legal." But when she sat her bottle of budwieser down on the stage, squatted over it and proceded to fuck herself with it, that I KNEW for a fact that it wasn't legal.
Goddess but it was hot. The then had a simulated rape scene (no penatration) with her and the head master. And if it wasn't for the fact that every time she "escaped" off stage that she came back, I would have been worried about the consentuality of the scene, or even the safety of it. As it was, she hucked the beer bottle into the audience and it broke. You also have to understand that the whole time this was going on, her bra never came off, and her red and white plaid skirt (kilt) never came off.
I came home and went to bed at 02:00 Monday morning.