Well theres fucking birds out, so I guess the standard for late has officially become extremely early Sunday. I told myself today was a sunrise day. That I would endure whatever last night held and just slam through the darkness.
I might. Its 6. It could take me a while to articulate all of this weird shit.
Not so much weird, I guess. Just... different. And detailed.
The past two nights I've got the opportunity to play camera man. Which is cool. Its nothing I've been taught/ familiar with, but with my overwhelming ability to watch endless hours of movies and tv series, I've began to pick up on shot selection and editing additions that matter. Not that I watch everything with a professional eye at all, just that I recognize quite a bit more than I used to.
I probably fucked a lot of shots up. Thank god there was 2 other cameras besides mine running. Its not like it would necessarily 'matter', but I would like to be able to do something foreign and be good at it. I dont know, we'll see if I shot anything credible.
Holding a camera, even less then 10 pounds, for an hour and 20 minutes... while keeping it as steady as comfortably possible.... while trying to be creative and get shots of guitar solos and close ups of musicians feet and facial reactions... is fucking hard. God damn. I was sweating and out of breath. Fuck p90x, go hold a camera, point it at a tree for an hour and tell me how your back feels.
Tonight was Rowdy Dowdy's birthday shabang. I wanted to volunteer my time for the camera shit, but also knew I wanted to go out and show some love for a good, delicious smelling, weird, laugh worthy, ocean eyed quirky kitten( I realize this is a dumbass description. Thats just what came out). But I pretty much just wanted to go out with the crew, be a good friend, and get stupid on the dance floor to songs about Girls liking money and Guys liking Pussy. Horrible song. Spilled my drink dancing to it though.Really though... Really though... Who... THE FUCK WRITES THAT SHIT! Its like saying dogs like food and cats like food; ya, no shit. Put a fist pumping beat behind it and I'll dance to a song about candles and flip flops. Anyway... I'm pretty hammered and breathing heavy and slipping my spelling on words terrifically. Bare with me.
The bar we went to has some hilarious irony behind it. It used to be called Firehouse. It was lame. They had some hot waitresses and the set up was a bit different, but it was like the half way bar between dancy/ collar popped/ short skirt bar and sit down and have a drink and play pool bar.
Firehouse... burned down last year. Completely. Just caught fire and evaporated. I thought it was destined.
Now its rebuilt and set up a little more eclectic and crammed and is brilliantly renamed... 'The Library'. Once again- I dont know what the fuck/ who the fuck would okay that name, but whatever. People are dumb.
I hadn't been to the bar since the inevitable burning of the structure and when I got in, I realized I pretty much just walked into a high school reunion. I had my folks there who I came to celebrate with, and had nearly every class from 04' to 08' from my school there. Fucking weird. However, it did give me a chance to catch up and tag along with a few old best friends of mine. A few didn't recognize me. I guess my hat and pink sweat band saying 'Boys make good Pets' through them off. It was a great homophobic prop though in conversations. I met alot of gays who loved me. Which is kinky and not what I care about as much as I care about the reaction I get out of the 'gay' 'faggot' word slingers. At one point, my buddy was describing how he met his friend he was introducing me to. He was describing how they convinced a group of dudes to go in on a bet and the winner got drinks. To which I added a tangent remark of ' Oh and then you guys got cool and got a drink and made out and fingered each other'. And because you cant here SHIT in bars, he leaned over and asked what I said and I rephrased what I said-
'You two became buds after getting some dudes to buy you shots and making out with them?'
He punched me in the chest and told me to go fuck myself. Leaned back on the bar and put his chin up and asked 'Psh, what what, I mean what the fuck have you been up to? Huh? Making boys your pets ?' ( Sorry if I made you sound really stupid but I dont think you'll read this. I dont think you read. But I love you if you do. In a very pet like way BUDDY. THATS RIGHT.)
Vegas was there. For a while, she existed in memories and random facebook chats, but shit... it's been almost exactly a year since I had seen her face to face. When I glanced behind me as I was getting my drink and noticed her, I got all giddy and loud and 'OH SHIT LOOK WHO IT IS' all in her face... and got one of those 'Ohhhh... heyyy... you. oh my god like... what are you doing here' responses. It was fucking awkward and not cool.
That encounter bothered me the rest of the time I was there. All I kept thinking about was how insincere and phony that 'hey' was. Was I the only one out of the two of us who saw our late night conversations and hockey game rituals and hanging out and sharing ourselves as something worth remembering?? Really?
All through the night I would make eye contact across the bar with her and pose some clearly unsexy look in her direction and point my finger at her and ask her to come talk. She just looked back at me like I was the weird kid picking his nose with head gear sitting behind you in elementary school. Felt cool. Real cool.
I finally ran into her on the dance floor. I felt like she was being a total bitch to me and I didn't understand it. So I confronted her.
"Why are you being so cold towards me?" I said, leaning in dangerously close to her ear drums.
She shook her head and looked away and said " Brandon saw me dancing with some other guy and got pissed."
.... Brandon... is a guy...she dated... and broke up with... and dated... and broke up with... who is currently NOT FUCKING DATING HER. He actually was accused of raping her. So I said,
" Let go of that shit. What the fuck does he matter?! Fuck him."
She leaned in to tell me something, and in the midst of dancing and trying to act smooth and suave and awesome like I had a point, I leaned in a little too fast... and a little too close... and head butted the shit out of her nose.
That was the end of that. I probably wont talk to her for a while. And if I do, I'll probably end up breaking her nose with my head again like a retard. Call me slick rick. Damn.
I went outside to smoke a cigarette. A few of my old boys joined me for a break. We got to talking, which in drunk terms means yelling over each other and laughing inauthentic and starting sentences half way through. Funny shit if you actually take a step back and listen and not get caught up in it.
Then these two chicks pop out of no where. We all went to school with them; one was a grade above me and one was two grades below me. Both pretty damn attractive. And both really fucking gone.
One of my boys has this awesome but really dickheadish quality of saying 'Hey- Hey- Hey, ya you- show us your tits.'- which became apparently really effective. The younger girl draped her arms around the older one, and passively, casually... let that chick suck on her titty. Right there. In the smoke area. No questions asked. It was beautiful.
I was kind of amazed. Not only at the inhibition, and sexiness of what I just saw, but that these chicks had NO CLUE that they just did that or that they were continuing to do that. Eventually, my boy asked the other girl to show us her boobs... and she pulled out a nipple. Just a slip. I made some comment about how her piercing was classy, mainly because it was the only thing I could think of to say about what just happened.
I lit up my cigarette, laughed with the bunch of them, and by the time I turned around - I had instantaneous boobage right in my face, tongue distance away. And to be real... like really real... I dont give a shit if your a man or a woman- if you have breasticles with sexy little freckles and perfect nipples in front of you, you WILL NOT just say " oh, well hey, those are cool. want a high five?"
I did what any human being would do and suck that nipple like it was the last nipple on earth. Kinky bar sesh. And 5 minutes later, when I reminded her that she just let me suck her titty... I'm pretty sure she had already forgot name. Oh, bars...
Thats pretty much it. Now I'm sitting her sipping on the last of my vodka watching this dull gray sunrise and thinking about how ridonculous last night was. I'm not sure I would really call it fun. I'm not sure I would say it was 'money well spent' or 'my ideal night out'. However, it was a good night for the memory books.
And I can check 'sucking boob in public' off the bucket list.
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