One hitter or a BJ

First decent weekend in a while.

Friday night I was supposed to meet some friends out for a concert but tapped out due to a grueling Friday afternoon at work. Plus, I had tickets to an ADBF (all-day booze fest) Saturday morning and I didn't want to be hung over for that.

The ADBF was an alumni event and turned out to be a blast. About 2,000 people showed up for an all-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink party at a Virginia State Park. A group of ten of us showed up around noon and quickly made friends with the girls running the beer booth. Most of my buddies and I had dressed in wild outfits so we were easily distinguished in the crowd and were given preferential treatment by all the bartenders. As the day wore on one of the bartenders took a liking to me and I didn't even have to wait in line, she would just wave me over to the side of the booth and hand me four full beers.

By five in the afternoon I was feeling no-pain and my beer runs became more frequent. On one trip the bartender whispered in my ear "let me know if you want my one-hitter, or a blowjob" (for the Catholic school kids in the crowd a one-hitter is a small bowl you take a single hit of pot from. I trust everyone knows what a blowjob is.). She said it so fast that it took me a second to decipher. Once I did, though, I just stood there like a deer in headlights, slightly stunned by how blunt she was. She was not the cutest girl at the party, but I said I might take her up on that later. If she was going to be forward I thought I could do the same.

There was a band at the event so I danced with a bunch of girls for a while. I was interested in one cutie with really short hair, but after bumping and grinding with her for half an hour her boyfriend (whom I obviously didn't know about) had had enough and dragged her off the dance floor. Too bad, she was really sexy.

I decided not to take the bartender up on either of her offers. After the party we went to Red Rocks in Columbia Heights and stuffed our faces with pizza, it was exactly what I needed.

Last night my buddy Chuck's wife called and invited me to dinner. I showed up and Kay (again, she's a friend's ex) and another girl were there as well. This was the first time that I talked to her beyond just normal party banter. I like her, she's interesting. The thing that stuck out the most is that nothing felt forced, she is very easy to talk to. I still have misgivings about taking her out on a date, so I gave her a hug at the end of the night and that was it. Actually, one more thing. Chuck's house has a catwalk on the second floor that leads to an upstairs bathroom. I was standing in the kitchen below the catwalk as Kay went to the bathroom. I didn't know anyone was upstairs, so when I heard a noise above me I looked up, and there was Kay almost directly above me with nothing but a short sun dress on. I felt like a perv and immediately looked down at my feet. I think Chuck saw what happened, though.

A group of us rented a house on the beach for the week of the 4th of July, and Kay is going to be there, which should be interesting.

Bear texted me last night out of the blue. Aside from a few comments from her on my Facebook page, I haven't talked to her since January. She asked me some trivial question about a store I shop at. It was something she couldn't easily look up online, so I'm not sure what her story is. I haven't texted her back yet.