yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes...
tonight was the Playboy Party.
i went with adam, swain, sherman, that swiss nigga' Peter, stefanie (whom i kept calling kat all night), and Kat. amila and serrica and their friend steve were also there.
there is nothing else to say but the party was off the hook. we rolled up on bitches all night, took pictures & hung with playmates, got absolutely drunk off vodka & red bull's and assorted beer and danced the night away.
absolutely amazing. the sweat, the thickness of the music in your ears, pulsating, rhythmmic, the curves of a girl's side, breathing in your ear, grabbing your tie and leading you across the dance floor to a spot of her choosing, sandwiching an unsuspecting, but pleasantly surprised anybody with one of your boys, holding up the Playboy beads like bling, rolling up on a gaggle of girls celebrating a bachelorette party or your boss' fianceé rolling up on you, pictures, pictures, doorjamb archway spyings but mostly: to being the coolest cats in the entire bar.
great one guys.
but i would have given it all up to hang out with robyn.
what... does that make me? pathetic? um, insecure? needy? fuck. doesn't matter. that's just how it is.
i went with adam, swain, sherman, that swiss nigga' Peter, stefanie (whom i kept calling kat all night), and Kat. amila and serrica and their friend steve were also there.
there is nothing else to say but the party was off the hook. we rolled up on bitches all night, took pictures & hung with playmates, got absolutely drunk off vodka & red bull's and assorted beer and danced the night away.
absolutely amazing. the sweat, the thickness of the music in your ears, pulsating, rhythmmic, the curves of a girl's side, breathing in your ear, grabbing your tie and leading you across the dance floor to a spot of her choosing, sandwiching an unsuspecting, but pleasantly surprised anybody with one of your boys, holding up the Playboy beads like bling, rolling up on a gaggle of girls celebrating a bachelorette party or your boss' fianceé rolling up on you, pictures, pictures, doorjamb archway spyings but mostly: to being the coolest cats in the entire bar.
great one guys.
but i would have given it all up to hang out with robyn.
what... does that make me? pathetic? um, insecure? needy? fuck. doesn't matter. that's just how it is.