So it went from a medium night, to a bad night, to a fucking awesome night!
So last night was Liz's birthday. I was helping Jen prepare the CGOC food booth for the bazaar when I found out about this. Long story short, she ended up inviting myself and Hannah along. Hannah told me she would go, then ended up backing out. I was a little concerned about going because I didn't really know any of the people going out. I'd met Jen and Liz once, and of course we had all seen each other at CGOC meetings, but I'd never really hung out with them or anything. Ended up being a really good idea to go. Ended up knowing more people than I thought. Dinner was a little akward because I was the new one to the group and one of the LTs kept talking shit about my Sq CC, but whatever. We had a little mini weinprobe at dinner, and all was well.
From there we hit the pub, which is a gravitational center in itself and a required stop for all persons in Trier. Can't even tell you how many shots we had there but I know the first two were a Slippery Nipple and a Blow Job. Not a big fan of either. No Ian there to torment, but Alan was there and I haven't seen him in a long while. I will pause here to mention that the SARC is an hysterical drunk. I love that woman!
So we drank at the pub until about midnight before heading to Forum which is kind of a seedy dance club. Again, not a big fan because it reminds me of Brick Street and I can't not be at work in those places, but the birthday girl wanted to dance, and I wasn't really all that upset over it anyway. We get in, more shots and some of the strongest rum and cokes you will ever find. I got a bit upset at one point because random guys would hit on and dance with all the girls I was with, but no one paid any attention to me. We were sitting out in the lobby area for a while and Eamon shows up, along with the Jagermeister crew passing out leis, shirts, flashing lighty things, and free shots of Jager. I was still upset and not feeling so great with my self-image (shock.) and ended up venting to Eamon about a number of things. He didn't really make me feel better, but tried to explain away his part (meaning the Trier group and their inconsiderateness) and the answers were all ones I had already figured out on my own. That I'm the first girl in the group, and blah blah blah. You've heard it all before, and it's not really that which bothers me so much. That's just a piece of it. Oh, it also didn't help seeing Furby there with some random chick. Probably ended up being a good thing though.. intuition tells me it's better to leave fasching behind us and not get involved with that one.
The girls want to dance again and drag me along with them. So we head back to the dance floor. I'm not really inclined to dance, so I play the wallflower bit with Stephan. T-met eventually comes over and won't take no for an answer. Thank god for him, because that's exactly what I needed. Although he didn't go about it the best way, he eventually turned my mood around. Got me dancing, and managed to focus some attention on me somehow. I'm still not sure how he did it (other than being only 1 of 2 black guys in the room) but I started having fun again. Of course it also probably helped that T-met is tallish to begin with, then picked me up so I was essentially straddling his chest and danced with me like that for a while. Some random dude that was like 7' tall (the other black guy, mysteriously) came up and wanted a dance. I was dancing with the SARC at the time and she all but shoved me on this guy. So I was having fun just playing with him, and I did notice that more than one male in the room was watching me with that little grin. So I stared back with my best danger-laced "come hither" and life was good again.
Eventually left the basketball player to get a drink, and ended up on this big elevated cube thing where I was dancing first with Kathy, then with Liz. And it's at this point we really got some attention. I've got a strong back, so I can acheive all manner of strange positions when dancing that most girls need the guy to support them for, and for some reason I guess guys like the whole back bend thing. Which I can well do on my own. Anyway, after that our group dispersed a bit, and I was hanging with T-met and Tiffany. Eventually I found myself dancing on this other platform thing with a girl I thought was Kathy at first, but turned out to be just some random German chick. (An Asian German chick, but still.) This other guy was staring at us openly, so we stole his Jager shirt and well.. it was on him to step up if he wanted it back. Who knew shirts were so versatile?
The Jager crew was all sitting right there and apparantly enjoying the show, so I pray to God my photo doesn't end up anywhere it shouldn't. Their main rep guy stepped up at this point and he and I really had some fun. Dude was off the hook! And fucking hott too. The only detail that really stands out is him dancing behind me, then biting the lei I was wearing. Speaking of which, I've never had a guy kiss my shoulder before. So the biting, and at one point he's smiling as we're dancing (that delicious predatory smile, but not in a serial rapist sort of way) and he's like "you don't know what you're dealing with here." "Oh don't I?" Then he just laughed, and I'm not sure if he tried to kiss me, or was just seeing how I would react. Thinking of that predator grin reminds me of something else. And I apologize in advance if this little detail is too personal, but it was hott as hell, and had I been a bit more into him instead of just having fun, it would have elicited a different response from me. Before he kissed my shoulder and after, he would follow the curve of my neck and down my shoulder. Almost like he was going to nuzzle against me or something, but the only way I can think to describe the mood and all is this: Think Sigourney Weaver and her Alien buddy...only less mortal terror on my part. Almost like he was sizing me up or something. I'm not gonna lie, I absolutely love an element of danger in my engagements. I also remember that between him and the asian chick they wouldn't let me leave!
I also met some random guy from Holland that I might see at the pub tonight. Who knows? All in all, it ended up being a good night for my ego. Which needed it, because it's been in a dark place lately. And will probably go back there again in a few nights, but I'll take what I can get. The Jager guy just made me happy because he could have had any girl in that place, but he didn't. Shirt guy never stepped up to recieve his property, and that's too bad for him. No balls, or perhaps the asian chick and I were too intimidating. He probably couldn't have handled this anyway.
From there we hit the pub, which is a gravitational center in itself and a required stop for all persons in Trier. Can't even tell you how many shots we had there but I know the first two were a Slippery Nipple and a Blow Job. Not a big fan of either. No Ian there to torment, but Alan was there and I haven't seen him in a long while. I will pause here to mention that the SARC is an hysterical drunk. I love that woman!
So we drank at the pub until about midnight before heading to Forum which is kind of a seedy dance club. Again, not a big fan because it reminds me of Brick Street and I can't not be at work in those places, but the birthday girl wanted to dance, and I wasn't really all that upset over it anyway. We get in, more shots and some of the strongest rum and cokes you will ever find. I got a bit upset at one point because random guys would hit on and dance with all the girls I was with, but no one paid any attention to me. We were sitting out in the lobby area for a while and Eamon shows up, along with the Jagermeister crew passing out leis, shirts, flashing lighty things, and free shots of Jager. I was still upset and not feeling so great with my self-image (shock.) and ended up venting to Eamon about a number of things. He didn't really make me feel better, but tried to explain away his part (meaning the Trier group and their inconsiderateness) and the answers were all ones I had already figured out on my own. That I'm the first girl in the group, and blah blah blah. You've heard it all before, and it's not really that which bothers me so much. That's just a piece of it. Oh, it also didn't help seeing Furby there with some random chick. Probably ended up being a good thing though.. intuition tells me it's better to leave fasching behind us and not get involved with that one.
The girls want to dance again and drag me along with them. So we head back to the dance floor. I'm not really inclined to dance, so I play the wallflower bit with Stephan. T-met eventually comes over and won't take no for an answer. Thank god for him, because that's exactly what I needed. Although he didn't go about it the best way, he eventually turned my mood around. Got me dancing, and managed to focus some attention on me somehow. I'm still not sure how he did it (other than being only 1 of 2 black guys in the room) but I started having fun again. Of course it also probably helped that T-met is tallish to begin with, then picked me up so I was essentially straddling his chest and danced with me like that for a while. Some random dude that was like 7' tall (the other black guy, mysteriously) came up and wanted a dance. I was dancing with the SARC at the time and she all but shoved me on this guy. So I was having fun just playing with him, and I did notice that more than one male in the room was watching me with that little grin. So I stared back with my best danger-laced "come hither" and life was good again.
Eventually left the basketball player to get a drink, and ended up on this big elevated cube thing where I was dancing first with Kathy, then with Liz. And it's at this point we really got some attention. I've got a strong back, so I can acheive all manner of strange positions when dancing that most girls need the guy to support them for, and for some reason I guess guys like the whole back bend thing. Which I can well do on my own. Anyway, after that our group dispersed a bit, and I was hanging with T-met and Tiffany. Eventually I found myself dancing on this other platform thing with a girl I thought was Kathy at first, but turned out to be just some random German chick. (An Asian German chick, but still.) This other guy was staring at us openly, so we stole his Jager shirt and well.. it was on him to step up if he wanted it back. Who knew shirts were so versatile?
The Jager crew was all sitting right there and apparantly enjoying the show, so I pray to God my photo doesn't end up anywhere it shouldn't. Their main rep guy stepped up at this point and he and I really had some fun. Dude was off the hook! And fucking hott too. The only detail that really stands out is him dancing behind me, then biting the lei I was wearing. Speaking of which, I've never had a guy kiss my shoulder before. So the biting, and at one point he's smiling as we're dancing (that delicious predatory smile, but not in a serial rapist sort of way) and he's like "you don't know what you're dealing with here." "Oh don't I?" Then he just laughed, and I'm not sure if he tried to kiss me, or was just seeing how I would react. Thinking of that predator grin reminds me of something else. And I apologize in advance if this little detail is too personal, but it was hott as hell, and had I been a bit more into him instead of just having fun, it would have elicited a different response from me. Before he kissed my shoulder and after, he would follow the curve of my neck and down my shoulder. Almost like he was going to nuzzle against me or something, but the only way I can think to describe the mood and all is this: Think Sigourney Weaver and her Alien buddy...only less mortal terror on my part. Almost like he was sizing me up or something. I'm not gonna lie, I absolutely love an element of danger in my engagements. I also remember that between him and the asian chick they wouldn't let me leave!
I also met some random guy from Holland that I might see at the pub tonight. Who knows? All in all, it ended up being a good night for my ego. Which needed it, because it's been in a dark place lately. And will probably go back there again in a few nights, but I'll take what I can get. The Jager guy just made me happy because he could have had any girl in that place, but he didn't. Shirt guy never stepped up to recieve his property, and that's too bad for him. No balls, or perhaps the asian chick and I were too intimidating. He probably couldn't have handled this anyway.