Never could I ever imagine walking into a bar and everyone is naked. Nothing left to the imagination, all barriers broken, just cut the bullshit and get straight to the point. My type of party! Happiness along with drunkenness filled the air as everyone painted their canvases. Masterpieces varied from flowers to peace signs to simple initials all over each others bodies on top of the tools used (brushes, fingertips, and hands).
The scene at Gallery Bar was one to remember for ages. The host was hott herself, but unfortunately she didn't get naked (would of been better if she joined in the festivities). There were definitely more men than women- exact # not known- BUT can't complain because most of the women were in great shape as well as very attractive. Plastic wrap draped the walls and floors. Unfortunately, no cameras were allowed.
Expectations were set very low from my end but after walking into a wonderland I immediately went to the bathroom and changed, then dropped my bag off in coat check. Hit the bar, grabbed my coworker, and BOOM! I'm in my boxers standing in the middle of the bar dancing at a painting station, painting every woman's nipples who walked by and danced w/me for 4 hours smiling from ear to ear. I felt like Michelangelo. At one point, while dancing w/one of the muses out of no where (haha) my manhood decided to stand to attention. I immediately backed up and apologized. Her response, as she giggles, "No worries, its OK!" And we continued to dance but had to cut it to just one song; blue-balls aren't my thing and surprisingly enough there weren't any condoms around. By the end, I was covered in paint from my forehead all the way down to my knees. At the end of the night, I picked up a cougar went to another bar, had a drink, then split a cab home - the recipe for a night filled w/smashing, especially during a full moon. She didn't accept my advances for a 1-nighter BUT she took my number then proceeded to text me the rest of the night until she fell asleep, I suppose. Ahhh, what a night...
Just another Wacky Wednesday!
The inception...
“... Either you’re slingin’ crack-rock, or you’ve got a wicked jump-shot.” Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There’s no honor in taking that after school job at Mickey Dee’s, honor’s in the dollar, kid. So I went the white boy way of slinging crack-rock: I became a stock broker." Seth Davis (Giovanni Ribisi), Boiler Room...
The time: unsure, but probably sometime during the day when i shoulda been in class. The place: Sullivan Hall (dorm), Villanova University. The year: 2001 (spring). My condition: high as a kite.
Upon first hearing this monologue, I just knew this movie was gonna be the truth. Not the truth as in valid but so much the truth that I didn't realize the inception taking place. No, I didn't become a stockbroker overnight after watching this movie, but the seed was planted and the tree was growing.
The time: unsure, but probably sometime during the day when i shoulda been in class. The place: Sullivan Hall (dorm), Villanova University. The year: 2001 (spring). My condition: high as a kite.
Upon first hearing this monologue, I just knew this movie was gonna be the truth. Not the truth as in valid but so much the truth that I didn't realize the inception taking place. No, I didn't become a stockbroker overnight after watching this movie, but the seed was planted and the tree was growing.
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