Lost Items: dominatrix whip, fake mustache, thick glasses, inhibitions
Holy crap, I can't believe that I'm in Hawaii right now. Even though I'm only in the hotel right now, the view outside is outrageous. The hotel that I'm staying in has an ocean view, looking at the islands of Lanai and Molokai. I'll be able to get a closer look at Lanai tomorrow, because we're taking a catamaran to go snorkeling at this marine national park. I'm really juiced about everything that's going to happen during the week I'll be here, but I'm still in the process of unwinding from the awesome friday night before my flight to Maui. There were scandalous disguises, fog-cutting drinks, falling injuries, and of course...plenty of spanking.
Alex's friends from CellGenesys had been planning a themed pub crawl for a couple weeks, and it finally came to fruition two nights ago. We made our way up to S.F. to meet up with her girlfriends and get our costumes together. The theme of the crawl was Alter Egos, and you weren't allowed to come unless you dressed up in some way or another. My love for everything argyle made me into "Old man-Man", and I tried to look the part as much as possible. I found some grey spray color from a halloween shop, borrowed my dad's metal cane, and rocked my green Izod cardigan over an argyle sweater. The best pieces were my oversized eyeglasses (the "Mr. Seinfeld" glasses), and my brown argyle socks which were shown by rolling my pant legs up. Alex decided to go as "Goth Girl", and was basically wrapped from head to toe with fishnet stockings and dark makeup. It was a little strange at first, since I'd never seen Alex with that much makeup on, including face foundation. I still had to give her props for getting it done for free from a makeup artist at a beauty boutique in Union Square. Although it took more than an hour for "Michael" the artist to find the perfect shade of foundation to match her skin tone, it ended up looking incredible. The Kimora Lee perfume poster was then ripped off the wall, and replaced with the visage of a gothic Japanese-Nigerian girl...and the villagers rejoiced.
The other collection of Alter Egos went as follows: Zach as "70's douchebag/sleazy porn director", Rebecca as "Dominatrix Mistress", Eric as "Asian moto rider", Susanna as "Stepford Wife (or Austin Powers girl or Thrift Shop Queen)", Vince as "Velvet Jones", and Yuki as "Mobster Gun Moll". Gary came in regular garb, playing "Asian computer science major". Our mission: 9 bars in Berkeley-- or at least waking up in a bed instead of a drunk tank or with some form of bovine animal. With each successive bar, the shenanigans got even more hilarious. The stares our group got as we rolled into the bar was classic, especially from the male crowd. I have to say, Rebecca's dominatrix was BY FAR the most popular character. She went around, whipping anyone who got within striking distance, whether they wanted to or not (though, I didn't hear any complaints). Young, old, homeless, and business owners all tasted the warm leather of her horsewhip, which let out a deafening "Wha-pak-ishh" that cut the air. At one point, Susanna went into a liquor store to buy something, and I turned around and saw Rebecca was spanking the owner from in front of the counter! Men were begging her for a spanking, and I can't see why her hand didn't get tired from all that male punishment. They had no idea that so many guys would be into it, but in reality it's not that hard for me to imagine.
Unfortunately, the goal of 9 bars was not reached by the end of the night. It was no fault of our own, as some of the bars closed early. After a long stint at the last bar, Kip's, we made our way to a random guy's house to hang out for a quick second, then went back to Eric's place in Emeryville and peaced out. This wasn't before a random collection of events happened that capped off the night
1) Getting extra saucy on the dance floor at Kip's
2) Almost fighting with three guys on Telegraph for stealing Yuki's hat
3) Spraining my ankle walking to the BART station
4) Losing our costume props: leather whip, moto jacket, glasses, Zach's fake mustache
5) Rebecca falling to the ground, while handcuffed to another girl
6) A little "smoochin'"...nuff said
7) Alex riding a guy's bike down the street (quote from guy: "Damn, with legs like that, she can HAVE my bike")
I'll never see Berkeley the same again.
Alex's friends from CellGenesys had been planning a themed pub crawl for a couple weeks, and it finally came to fruition two nights ago. We made our way up to S.F. to meet up with her girlfriends and get our costumes together. The theme of the crawl was Alter Egos, and you weren't allowed to come unless you dressed up in some way or another. My love for everything argyle made me into "Old man-Man", and I tried to look the part as much as possible. I found some grey spray color from a halloween shop, borrowed my dad's metal cane, and rocked my green Izod cardigan over an argyle sweater. The best pieces were my oversized eyeglasses (the "Mr. Seinfeld" glasses), and my brown argyle socks which were shown by rolling my pant legs up. Alex decided to go as "Goth Girl", and was basically wrapped from head to toe with fishnet stockings and dark makeup. It was a little strange at first, since I'd never seen Alex with that much makeup on, including face foundation. I still had to give her props for getting it done for free from a makeup artist at a beauty boutique in Union Square. Although it took more than an hour for "Michael" the artist to find the perfect shade of foundation to match her skin tone, it ended up looking incredible. The Kimora Lee perfume poster was then ripped off the wall, and replaced with the visage of a gothic Japanese-Nigerian girl...and the villagers rejoiced.
The other collection of Alter Egos went as follows: Zach as "70's douchebag/sleazy porn director", Rebecca as "Dominatrix Mistress", Eric as "Asian moto rider", Susanna as "Stepford Wife (or Austin Powers girl or Thrift Shop Queen)", Vince as "Velvet Jones", and Yuki as "Mobster Gun Moll". Gary came in regular garb, playing "Asian computer science major". Our mission: 9 bars in Berkeley-- or at least waking up in a bed instead of a drunk tank or with some form of bovine animal. With each successive bar, the shenanigans got even more hilarious. The stares our group got as we rolled into the bar was classic, especially from the male crowd. I have to say, Rebecca's dominatrix was BY FAR the most popular character. She went around, whipping anyone who got within striking distance, whether they wanted to or not (though, I didn't hear any complaints). Young, old, homeless, and business owners all tasted the warm leather of her horsewhip, which let out a deafening "Wha-pak-ishh" that cut the air. At one point, Susanna went into a liquor store to buy something, and I turned around and saw Rebecca was spanking the owner from in front of the counter! Men were begging her for a spanking, and I can't see why her hand didn't get tired from all that male punishment. They had no idea that so many guys would be into it, but in reality it's not that hard for me to imagine.
Unfortunately, the goal of 9 bars was not reached by the end of the night. It was no fault of our own, as some of the bars closed early. After a long stint at the last bar, Kip's, we made our way to a random guy's house to hang out for a quick second, then went back to Eric's place in Emeryville and peaced out. This wasn't before a random collection of events happened that capped off the night
1) Getting extra saucy on the dance floor at Kip's
2) Almost fighting with three guys on Telegraph for stealing Yuki's hat
3) Spraining my ankle walking to the BART station
4) Losing our costume props: leather whip, moto jacket, glasses, Zach's fake mustache
5) Rebecca falling to the ground, while handcuffed to another girl
6) A little "smoochin'"...nuff said
7) Alex riding a guy's bike down the street (quote from guy: "Damn, with legs like that, she can HAVE my bike")
I'll never see Berkeley the same again.