Full Circle
This past weekend kind of sucked. I had all four wisdom teeth pulled at once and everyone bitched at me for doing that. I felt like an alcoholic or something, the only disease you get yelled/bitched at for having. They said I should have gotten one side done at a time, so at least I could chew on the other side. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment but I just wanted to get this shit out of the way. With that being said, the last thing I remember for the extraction was the doc asking how much I weighed (183) and after I told him the wrapped a band around my left bicep and told me to ball my hand into a fist. I thought I was about to get a fix but it was the anesthesia. Oh well! The next thing I remember I was waking up, and I had gauze in my mouth. This was a couple weeks ago but I wrote it on my laptop and decided to share with my livejournal. I decided to name this entry "Full Circle" for a reason you will soon figure out.
Friday started with work. The morning workout didn’t happen due to the late evening and complete lack of desire. Work was work, but again a little longer than normal. One of my friends Mark was getting married, I have known him since high school and our days in Sigma Chi together. After work I started getting in touch with people for Mark’s last night as a single man. Hustler Club in Baltimore was an initial thought, but quickly lost ground once we figured out how late we would get there. Camelot over by Capitol Hill was the second popular choice, with a short stop by Rumors in advance. The third option, which wound up winning, was LuLu’s. Mark decided LuLu’s was the most appropriate place since that is where he first went, along with Jimmy, after graduation. After a short walk in the wrong direction we (Luke, Mark, Dre, Davaughn, Dave, Jimmy, Pierre, and Mark’s cousin) arrived at LuLu’s. After a quick but extremely necessary trip to the restroom we were ready to drink. Good times were had by all and we started the journey home. That is when the night started to twist, first bad, then good, both odd.
Getting home involved a short walk from LuLu’s to the Metro station, a short ride on the Metro, and then a short walk from the Metro station to my place. As we were walking towards the Metro station a few of us crossed the street a little later than the flashing sign indicated we should have, leaving Dave to cross the street as traffic began coming at him. The first car honked a little unnecessarily at him for being in the street and triggered one or more of our group to yell something to the car. The car slowed and yelled something back. Then the car behind it stopped and started yelling at us. About that time doors started opening and people started jumping out of the car asking if there was a problem. I’m not sure how many people total jumped out of the car, but it reminded me of a circus when a car is exited by clown after clown after clown. Part of the reason I do not know how many people jumped out of the car is because the loudest and largest guy jumped out first. I felt like I was only as tall as this guy’s chest. I’m assuming he was standing on something I wasn’t aware of at the time because someone would have to be 7 feet tall for me to be looking at his chest and I don’t think he was that tall. Anyway, downtown DC, late night, 7+ men jump out of a car talking trash, probably not a situation we need to be in the night before Mark’s wedding. I’m not sure what would be worse, taking the whippin’ we would have received from them, or telling Mark's soon to be wife she would have to reschedule the wedding because Mark was in the hospital.
We managed to cool the situation off enough to get the hell out of there, while still making it to the Metro station in time to catch the last train. That’s where we met the French/German girls. I’m not sure if they were French or German or some were each or what the deal was, I just remember hearing French and German. We got on the train and were joined by 2 additional girls just as drunk as our group. I thought it was a good idea to stand in the middle of the train yelling “She gives me money” as 2 random guys follow up with “When I’m in need” and everyone else laughs at us. While I’m doing this the rest of the guys in my group are talking to (read hitting on) the French/German group and the 2 late comers. We learn that one of the latecomers was thrown out of LuLu’s for giving a guy a blow job in the club. She seemed really excited since he was 6′9″ so she did not have to get on her knees. At this time random guy number 2 got off the train and I took his seat, which was next to where Davaughn was standing with the 2 latecomers. I’m not exactly sure what brought up licking nipples, not that a conversation started with a story about giving a blow job in the club is that far off, but Davaughn was asked if he could lick his. He replied “No, can you?” and one of the latecomers proceeded to pull out a titty and start licking it. By now everyone remaining in the train had moved towards our end because we were much more entertaining than anything else going on, or any Metro ride I’ve ever been on before. Shortly after this I was handing ones to each girl for licking the other. Again I’m not sure exactly what started it, but it wasn’t much of a stretch to move from one odd scene to this. The train finally made it to our stop, which was the last one, and everyone kind of waited to see what we were going to do next. Nothing happened so we walked to my place where I promptly passed out. I think everyone crashed at my place and I remember hearing a group leave, but I don’t know for sure. I do know everyone made it to the wedding the next day.
Friday started with work. The morning workout didn’t happen due to the late evening and complete lack of desire. Work was work, but again a little longer than normal. One of my friends Mark was getting married, I have known him since high school and our days in Sigma Chi together. After work I started getting in touch with people for Mark’s last night as a single man. Hustler Club in Baltimore was an initial thought, but quickly lost ground once we figured out how late we would get there. Camelot over by Capitol Hill was the second popular choice, with a short stop by Rumors in advance. The third option, which wound up winning, was LuLu’s. Mark decided LuLu’s was the most appropriate place since that is where he first went, along with Jimmy, after graduation. After a short walk in the wrong direction we (Luke, Mark, Dre, Davaughn, Dave, Jimmy, Pierre, and Mark’s cousin) arrived at LuLu’s. After a quick but extremely necessary trip to the restroom we were ready to drink. Good times were had by all and we started the journey home. That is when the night started to twist, first bad, then good, both odd.
Getting home involved a short walk from LuLu’s to the Metro station, a short ride on the Metro, and then a short walk from the Metro station to my place. As we were walking towards the Metro station a few of us crossed the street a little later than the flashing sign indicated we should have, leaving Dave to cross the street as traffic began coming at him. The first car honked a little unnecessarily at him for being in the street and triggered one or more of our group to yell something to the car. The car slowed and yelled something back. Then the car behind it stopped and started yelling at us. About that time doors started opening and people started jumping out of the car asking if there was a problem. I’m not sure how many people total jumped out of the car, but it reminded me of a circus when a car is exited by clown after clown after clown. Part of the reason I do not know how many people jumped out of the car is because the loudest and largest guy jumped out first. I felt like I was only as tall as this guy’s chest. I’m assuming he was standing on something I wasn’t aware of at the time because someone would have to be 7 feet tall for me to be looking at his chest and I don’t think he was that tall. Anyway, downtown DC, late night, 7+ men jump out of a car talking trash, probably not a situation we need to be in the night before Mark’s wedding. I’m not sure what would be worse, taking the whippin’ we would have received from them, or telling Mark's soon to be wife she would have to reschedule the wedding because Mark was in the hospital.
We managed to cool the situation off enough to get the hell out of there, while still making it to the Metro station in time to catch the last train. That’s where we met the French/German girls. I’m not sure if they were French or German or some were each or what the deal was, I just remember hearing French and German. We got on the train and were joined by 2 additional girls just as drunk as our group. I thought it was a good idea to stand in the middle of the train yelling “She gives me money” as 2 random guys follow up with “When I’m in need” and everyone else laughs at us. While I’m doing this the rest of the guys in my group are talking to (read hitting on) the French/German group and the 2 late comers. We learn that one of the latecomers was thrown out of LuLu’s for giving a guy a blow job in the club. She seemed really excited since he was 6′9″ so she did not have to get on her knees. At this time random guy number 2 got off the train and I took his seat, which was next to where Davaughn was standing with the 2 latecomers. I’m not exactly sure what brought up licking nipples, not that a conversation started with a story about giving a blow job in the club is that far off, but Davaughn was asked if he could lick his. He replied “No, can you?” and one of the latecomers proceeded to pull out a titty and start licking it. By now everyone remaining in the train had moved towards our end because we were much more entertaining than anything else going on, or any Metro ride I’ve ever been on before. Shortly after this I was handing ones to each girl for licking the other. Again I’m not sure exactly what started it, but it wasn’t much of a stretch to move from one odd scene to this. The train finally made it to our stop, which was the last one, and everyone kind of waited to see what we were going to do next. Nothing happened so we walked to my place where I promptly passed out. I think everyone crashed at my place and I remember hearing a group leave, but I don’t know for sure. I do know everyone made it to the wedding the next day.