Break Out
I went out, I had a fantastical time, I loved, I lost, and I made new friendlies!
There is something to be said about one’s attitude prior to one having drinks in hand and when post drink acquisition. When you're in the enemy territory, and the faces are cruel and mean as you approach the bar and then jockey and wait to be graced with the glance that says, "You my friend will soon get your libation IF I can hear you over the loud tunes that include radio edits, and the obnoxious crowd."
At last like a farmer awaiting rain I get my refreshments in hand, and you think I shall be relieved and relaxed? Nay I say, I am now faced with making my way though the teaming heard of self-important humanity that blockades me from my final destination.
A destination that is the oasis of friendly faces, both familiar and strange that demarks my zone of peaceful enjoyment of both my bounty and my night, that is my waypoint, that is my only goal as I navigate great distances about wide planets of humanity with their own orbits and penchant, their gravitational pulls and gravity wells!
Then I put on my game face, and got catty, making friends with new friends from out of town, friends in town, as we bonded over the frightening arrival of Panzer Division (labeled such as she has ginormous iron crosses, one on each calve. I'm sure they are defending her "bunker" from letches like myself. ) and an older lady, whom we assumed to be her mother.
Nothing says class like bringing your mother (We did confirm that it was her mom.) out to party with you, while you let your friends play with your fresh boob job, grind on mens crothches, grab your best gal-pals "nature's pocket", and get in some dudes face. All things a mother ought to be proud to witness one's daughter do on a typical night out. We had much fun at her expense.
How do I make friends, it's as simple as ululating over and over at ridiculous activities of drunken folks. Dancing in junior high style to old tymey 80's songs. Also belting out "Living on a Prayer" doesn’t hurt as well. It was one of the last songs of the evening.
A little Karaoke Revolution and some toquitos make for a nice way to wind down.
Thank you for hosting KZ.
There is something to be said about one’s attitude prior to one having drinks in hand and when post drink acquisition. When you're in the enemy territory, and the faces are cruel and mean as you approach the bar and then jockey and wait to be graced with the glance that says, "You my friend will soon get your libation IF I can hear you over the loud tunes that include radio edits, and the obnoxious crowd."
At last like a farmer awaiting rain I get my refreshments in hand, and you think I shall be relieved and relaxed? Nay I say, I am now faced with making my way though the teaming heard of self-important humanity that blockades me from my final destination.
A destination that is the oasis of friendly faces, both familiar and strange that demarks my zone of peaceful enjoyment of both my bounty and my night, that is my waypoint, that is my only goal as I navigate great distances about wide planets of humanity with their own orbits and penchant, their gravitational pulls and gravity wells!
Then I put on my game face, and got catty, making friends with new friends from out of town, friends in town, as we bonded over the frightening arrival of Panzer Division (labeled such as she has ginormous iron crosses, one on each calve. I'm sure they are defending her "bunker" from letches like myself. ) and an older lady, whom we assumed to be her mother.
Nothing says class like bringing your mother (We did confirm that it was her mom.) out to party with you, while you let your friends play with your fresh boob job, grind on mens crothches, grab your best gal-pals "nature's pocket", and get in some dudes face. All things a mother ought to be proud to witness one's daughter do on a typical night out. We had much fun at her expense.
How do I make friends, it's as simple as ululating over and over at ridiculous activities of drunken folks. Dancing in junior high style to old tymey 80's songs. Also belting out "Living on a Prayer" doesn’t hurt as well. It was one of the last songs of the evening.
A little Karaoke Revolution and some toquitos make for a nice way to wind down.
Thank you for hosting KZ.