Strip clubs?
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Posted:Dec 31, 2006 3:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2007 4:39 pm
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OK, guys, help me out. I'm curious about strip clubs. I mean, I've been to a couple, once or twice. But it's been many years ago, and always with mixed groups of just-friends, not friends-with-benefits (or even potential friends), and generally as a joke or on a dare. Not surprisingly, the erotic potential pretty much goes out the window under those circumstances. In fact, for the most part, those were usually occasions were the women did their utmost to make sure that the men didn't really have as much fun as they were probably anticipating!
But like I said, I'm curious. Especially when you see strip clubs on shows like CSI or something, with "VIP rooms" and couples going in. Once upon a time, a woman going to one would be kind of a taboo - is that still the case? Is it kosher now for a guy to take a woman to a strip club with him? Are there maybe some clubs that cater more to that sort of thing, as opposed to just lots of men?
And would you think it was weird if a woman wanted to go to a club with you, or would you think it was hot?
OK, guys, you have to actually post responses here, because I want to know! Well, women can post too, obviously - any of you ever been to a strip club? Anyone else have fantasies where a strip club plays a part???
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To pierce, or not to pierce?
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Posted:Dec 28, 2006 4:44 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2006 2:05 pm
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No, I'm not actually considering a piercing. My ears are pierced, and that's a gracious plenty number of body parts with extra holes in them for me. But piercings have been a big topic at work lately - you know, would you ever get one? Been with anyone with a piercing? Like the way they look on a partner? The way they feel are on partner? Does your partner's piercing enhance your sensation? Does your piercing enhance the sensation? No one has been able to answer the last one, because none of us have any piercings, but what the heck. (Anyone who has any first-hand info/opinions on any of these questions, feel free to chime in.)
But the topic coming up again reminded me of a little incident that happened with a friend of mine. A couple of years back, he and his girlfriend were with a group that went out one night, and his girlfriend decided that she just had to have her nipple pierced. They tried to talk her out of it, but she was stubborn (and perhaps a tad bit intoxicated) and so off they go. Not to see the wizard, obviously. A short time later, Natalie has a nice nipple ring, a couple of other folks acquired new tattoos, and eventually everyone wanders home happy with their successful evening.
Until the next morning, when Tom said that Natalie was moaning and screaming his name. Normally this would be a good thing, but since she was in another room, he thought it wasn't so good. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where he found Natalie sitting on the toilet, pointing at her boob and sobbing, "Take this thing OFF, take it OFF!"
Tom, being the loving and supportive guy that he is, promptly said that he TOLD her not to get that thing and there was no way in hell he was going to touch it. More crying and pleading, and he called the shop where she had it done, and finds out (a) they're open and (b) they'll remove the piercing. Tom and Natalie set off on their quest....
30 minutes later, they're standing in the shop, talking to the same nice gentleman who inserted the nipple ring the night before. Tom said the guy was very straight-faced, didn't laugh, didn't smirk, but that they still had no doubt the guy was amused. I certainly would have laughed - Natalie was wearing a fluffy white housecoat and pink pig slippers, and had one hand in her housecoat holding an icepack on her tit. How could you not laugh? Fred (not his real name) maintained his composure - I'm sure he's seen it before - and assured them that he could remove the piercing, it would be quick, Natalie wouldn't notice it, the hole will heal completely, etc. etc. etc.
Then, since Tom is a practical man, he asked how much it was going to cost. Fred told him it would be $50. $50??? Damn, that's twice what it cost to get it pierced!
At that point, Fred did actually smile just a little, and said, "She wants it out a hell of a lot worse than she wanted it in, doesn't she?"
Tom was so shocked he couldn't talk (which for him is quite an accomplishment). Natalie was afraid Tom wouldn't help her pay for it and began crying again. And Fred just cracked up as he told them that it would be free of charge since he had almost refused to do the piercing the night before because he had really had reservations about whether Natalie might not have really been in any condition to make that sort of decision, no matter how much she protested that she was sober.
A year has passed. Natalie dumped Tom, married an accountant, and no longer has a hole in her tit. Tom has finally gotten past it and quit showing people the picture of a crying Natalie sitting on the toilet and holding ice on her boob. Fred...well, I have no clue where Fred is, but I bet he's still laughing.
And there's no way in hell anyone's putting a hole in my nipple and hanging a chunk of metal from it.
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Strangers in the night...
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Posted:Dec 24, 2006 10:18 pm
Last Updated:Dec 30, 2006 2:54 pm
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Have you ever been out somewhere and spotted a stranger that totally captivated you? Something about this person catches your attention - maybe beautiful eyes or a devilish smile - and you can't stop staring, even fantasizing?
I was sipping my beer and listening to a friend vent about the man in her life when I happened to glance towards a group sitting at the other end of the bar and found myself completely mesmerized. He wasn't what anyone would consider drop dead gorgeous, not conventionally handsome...but he had one of the most incredible, luscious mouths I've ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and I had an almost overwhelming desire to walk up to him and kiss him - no, more like I wanted to taste him, maybe devour him...
In less time than it takes to write it, I had the fantasy spring full-blown into my head - me sitting back on my stool against the bar as he pushes my skirt up to my waist and spreads my legs. He kneels and begins licking and sucking my pussy, alternating long, slow strokes with fast flicks across my clit. Fucking me first with his tongue, then sliding his fingers in to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, and all the while that beautiful mouth is on me, sucking my clit until I'm moaning and cumming again and again....
The image was so intense and so detailed that I practically had to put my head down. I was almost cumming in my chair just at the thought, so aroused that I was shaking. I bolted for the bathroom as fast as my weak knees would get me there, couldn't even wait to get into a stall before I had my fingers buried in my pussy, fucking myself hard, and right into a huge orgasm. Probably a good thing no one was in the bathroom!
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Is someone there?
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Posted:Dec 19, 2006 2:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2006 9:07 pm
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My imagination at work...you coming over to surprise me, trying to sneak in. When you came inside, at first you think I'm not home, it's so quiet, but then you hear moaning from the bedroom, and tip-toe back to take a peek. You look in and see me lying back naked on the bed, legs spread wide, running my hands down from my
hard nipples across my wet pussy, then back to play with my nipples again. Your cock just keeps getting harder as you watch me sliding my fingers in & out of myself, and you begin rubbing yourself, trying not to make any noise so that you can keep watching...
You unzip and pull your cock out enough to begin stroking when you watch me take my fingers out and put them in my mouth, sucking my juice off them before sliding them back inside my pussy, using my other hand on my nipples, pinching and squeezing and pulling them.
You push your pants down far enough to completely free your cock - it's so hard it's laying flat against your belly, veins throbbing - and you begin pumping it harder, cupping and stroking your balls. You practically can't take your eyes off my pussy when I pick up the dildo and begin working it inside, slowly at first, just s little, short strokes, but gradually taking it deeper and deeper - but you look up enough to see that I've taken my nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking it while I fuck myself with the dildo. You can't help but moan, and you look up to
realize that at some point, I noticed you were there, and I'm watching you playing with your cock.
With no more reason to be quiet, you strip and come over to the bed, climbing on and straddling me, rubbing your cock across my tits, circling the head around my areola and nipples, coating them with the precum oozing out of your cock, and then watching as one at a time I lick them clean. I take a tit in each hand and wrap them around your cock, and you begin sliding between them - every time you thrust forward, I lick the head of your cock and try to take it in my mouth - sometimes you slow down enough to give me a time for a quick suck, before you begin again. In return, you reach behind you and slide your hand
toward my pussy, msking sure the dildo is still buried in my pussy, pumping it in and out while you slide your fingers across my clit.
You can tell by my moans and the way I'm pumping my pussy against your fingers that I'm close to cumming, and you pull the dildo out of my pussy. I protest, but you ignore me, instead sliding down to begin rubbing your cock up and down across my slit, coating it with pussy juice. I push my hips against you, trying to get closer still, but you pull back until just the head of your cock is against me - just one push forward would bury your cock in my pussy, but you're teasing me, saying "Tell me what you want, baby."
"Please?" I ask, but again you just say to tell you what I want. I tell you I want you in me, but you say that's not good enough - I have to really tell you what I want, and I whisper "I want you to fuck me." You bend down just a little and begin cirling my nipples with your tongue before you say, "I can't hear you, baby, what do you want?"
I'm groaning as I say, "I want your cock in my pussy, baby, please put your cock in my pussy!" You just laugh a little and keep tonguing my nipples as you ask, "And do what?" I'm practically yelling now when I answer "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
When I finally say the words, you jam your cock in me and begin pounding my pussy, hard and deep, and I cum almost immediately. You can feel my pussy tighten around you, the muscles squeezing, and it excites you even more - if anything, you're shoving deeper, harder, faster, burying your cock in my pussy until I can feel your balls up against my ass, and I can feel another orgasm building as you fuck me. It doesn't take long until I feel you make a last huge thrust, your cock throbbing inside me as you cum, and the
feeling is enough to make me cum again....
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Now THAT'S how to go shopping!
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Posted:Dec 17, 2006 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2006 9:18 am
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Some of you probably know that I have a number of exhibitionist fantasies, but that I seldom follow through with them. I love the idea of being in public or semi-public, the risk of being caught, but I usually don't have the nerve to do it.
Today, I got up ridiculously early in an effort to knock out most of the Christmas shopping. Not my idea of fun, but things got more interesting early on. I hadn't been in the store for very long when I noticed that if I leaned on the handle of the cart when I walked, the seam of my jeans rubbed in a very pleasant fashion every time I took a step. Well, hello, I can take advantage of this!
I probably looked a little odd walking around with my elbows on the handle of the cart, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Not only did it feel good, to be honest, I was also getting off on the idea that I was basically masturbating as I walked through WalMart. I'm strolling past total strangers who have no idea that every step is taking me just a little bit closer to an orgasm...
But of course, there is was a downside. I couldn't get quite close enough! To get there, I would have had to jog laps around the store - and that probably would not have gone unnoticed. A little privacy was going to be necessary, so I grabbed a sweater and headed to the dressing rooms. What the heck, why not go for another fantasy?
I was practically tap-dancing by the time the blue-haired old lady unlocked that damned dressing room door - the attendant probably was worried that I was looking for the bathroom. She definitely would have been worried if she noticed that I was undoing my pants before the door was even shut. I mean, who takes off her pants to try on a sweater? I was so wet that I had soaked the crotch of my jeans, and I only needed to finger myself for a couple of minutes before I was cumming in a little puddle there on the dressing room bench.
So, yeah, it was great - and I'm so going to be doing that again. I can only imagine how much fun it would be to have company in the dressing room! But I've learned something - it pays to keep wet-wipes or napkins in your purse. I now own a sweater I didn't really want. I had to wipe up the puddle with something!
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What did you say? Part 2
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Posted:Dec 16, 2006 7:03 pm
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2006 9:07 pm
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Well, as long as we're decoding what men and women really mean, why not take a stab at personal ads? Not that any of us would be reading a personal ad or anything like that....
Dictionary for decoding women's personal ads:
40-ish...............49.
Adventurous..........Slept with everyone.
Athletic.............No breasts.
Average looking......Moooo.
Beautiful............Pathological liar.
Emotionally Secure...On medication.
Feminist.............Fat.
Free spirit..........Junkie.
Friendship first.....Former slut.
New-Age..............Body hair in the wrong places.
Old-fashioned........No BJs.
Open-minded..........Desperate.
Outgoing.............Loud and Embarrassing.
Professional.........Bitch.
Voluptuous...........Very Fat.
Large frame..........Hugely Fat.
Sophisticated........Dinner's going to wipe out your pension.
Wants Soul mate......Stalker.
Dictionary for decoding men's personal ads:
40-ish..............52 and looking for 25-yr-old
Athletic............Avidly involved with football, baseball, basketball, NASCAR, and possibly curling - as long as it's on television
Average build.......The average sumo wrestler
Average looking.....Unusual hair growth on ears, nose, & back
Educated............Condescending
Free Spirit.........Slept with your sister
Friendship first....As long as friendship involves nookie
Fun.................Good with a remote and a six pack
Good looking........Arrogant
Very good looking...Dumb as a board
Honest..............Pathological Liar
Huggable............Overweight, more body hair than a bear
Likes to cuddle.....Insecure mama's boy
Mature..............Older than your father
Open-minded.........Wants to sleep with your roommate but she's not interested
Physically fit......Does a lot of 12-ounce curls
Poet................Wrote ex-girlfriend's # on a bathroom stall
Sensitive...........Cries at chick flicks
Sophisticated.......Pretentious
Stable..............Arrested for stalking, but not convicted
Thoughtful..........Says "Excuse me" when he farts
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What did you say?
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Posted:Dec 14, 2006 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2006 4:28 am
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You know, I'd like to say there's no truth in these, but there just might be a smidge....at least I can say that I make a conscious effort to avoid being guilty of the first three! (I'm not noble, just practical - how can I get you to do what I want if you can't tell whether I'm saying yes or no?)
WOMEN'S ENGLISH:
1. Yes = No
2. No = Yes
3. Maybe = No
4. We need = I want
5. I am sorry. = You'll be sorry
6. We need to talk = You're in trouble
7. Sure, go ahead = You better not
8. Do what you want = You will pay for this later
9. I am not upset = Of course, I am upset, you moron!
10. You're certainly attentive tonight = Is sex all you ever think about?
MEN'S ENGLISH:
1. I am hungry = I am hungry
2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy
3. I am tired = I am tired
4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage!
5. I love you = Let's have sex now
6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex?
7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you.
8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you.
9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you.
10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you.
11. I don't think those shoes go with that outfit = I'm gay
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We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming...
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Posted:Dec 12, 2006 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2006 4:05 pm
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...for a brief rant.
I don't dislike instant messages. There are things I'd rather do than chat, but IM is a really useful tool, and I certainly use it.
I don't have to issue an engraved invitation to be willing/interested in chatting with someone. I'm not terribly hard to find off this site. It ain't rocket science to figure out how and where to message me. If I wanted to make sure that no one could reach me, it wouldn't have been that hard to manage.
But I have really developed an aversion to instant messages from total strangers who want to play childish little games, and for some reason, it seems like I've been getting quite a few of them lately. And I'm getting pretty irritated with it.
One guy messaged me every day for a week. Refused to tell me what site he saw me on, refused to give me a name, refused to give me his screen name. Told me I could call him "Mr. X," and wanted to know didn't I think a little mystery made things more interesting? No, I think a little mystery makes you a freaking psychotic loser who needs to get the hell away from me.
Another guy (I guess it's a guy) wouldn't tell me who he is. He also wasn't sure what city or state I live in. And he wasn't sure whether I'm male or female. You're messaging people and you have no idea who you're messaging? I'm not overly flattered that you can't even remember I'm a girl. If you're not interested enough to remember even the smallest detail, I'm not interested enough to clue you in.
One guy wasn't sure what site he had seen me on, and proceeded to list no less than 6 different "dating" sites that he thought it might have been. I don't have a profile on any of them. (And yes, I checked to see if any of them were partner sites that might have my profile cross-listed.) Then he didn't want to tell me his name because I'm a stranger. Thank you, and good-bye.
My favorite was a guy that messaged me and said he saw me here on HotMatch.com but wasn't going to tell me who he is because when he sent me an email here I told him I wasn't interested. I can't even begin to come up with a comment that describes my reaction to that one (although "stalker" comes to mind again).
Is it too much to expect what to me seems like a little common courtesy? Why would you contact a total stranger, refuse to identify yourself, and then expect them to carry on a conversation with you? It's the internet equivalent of talking to a wrong number.
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The seduction begins
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Posted:Dec 10, 2006 5:31 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2006 4:08 pm
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Soft and warm, lips meet. Light at first, the kiss deepens, tongues dancing and probing. I catch my breath as you begin tracing lazy circles around my nipples with your fingertips.
Time stands still...you kiss and nibble down my neck and across my breasts, cupping them in your palms before taking a nipple in your mouth. They grow even harder as you suck one, then the other, softly at first, then with increasing pressure, darting your tongue across them. I feel myself growing moist, electric jolts running through me as you lightly nibble, your teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin.
You reach down and begin exploring the wet warmth, your fingers sliding across me, and flicking across my clit. You continue to caress, slow circles giving way to long strokes, before slipping first one finger inside, then a second, setting a rhythm that my hips begin to follow.
I spread my legs wider as your mouth traces a path across my belly. Impatient, I urge you to move faster, anticipating the sensation, and I sigh with pleasure when I finally feel your tongue flutter across me. Your fingers and tongue move together in tempo, building momentum, and I feel my muscles tighten as my orgasm builds, finally washing over me in waves....
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Touching moments...
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Posted:Dec 7, 2006 3:06 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2006 11:09 am
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I don't know why I thought of this the other day, but for some reason, I remembered my former fiance. Towards the end of our relationship, when things were basically pretty rotten, he developed a childish little habit - whenever we disagreed or he didn't get his way, he would refuse to have sex. Instead, he would wait until he thought I was asleep and jerk off on my back. The first couple of times it happened, I thought he was just horny, but the night I heard him muttering 'fucking bitch' while he was cumming, the lightbulb came on. Yes, it was certainly a magic relationship...
Anyway, fast forward a few years. I was sitting on the couch cuddling under a blanket with a boyfriend, watching a movie. I don't remember what movie it was, but it I remember that it was a bit racy, and the cuddling started to get a bit, um, warmer. It was getting warmer still when I felt obligated to stop and remind him, though, that it was just the wrong time of the month. That kind of put a damper on things and we went back to watching the movie.
It didn't take long to realize that he was quietly rubbing himself through his jeans. A few minutes later, and he undone his jeans and had slipped his hand inside. I was trying to ignore it - we were under the blanket, after all, it wasn't like I could really see what he was doing, and besides, that sort of thing is really private, isn't it? I didn't want to embarrass him by telling him that I knew what he was doing.
Except that he kept doing it, and was getting kind of blatant about it, and I finally couldn't stand it any more - I had to ask just what he was doing. Yeah, yeah, I knew what he was doing, I just couldn't believe he was doing it in front of me. His hand stopped moving for a minute, and he just casually asked, "You wanna watch?"
I was amazed. Horrified. Curious. Interested. And speechless - I just couldn't figure out which of those reactions to go with. He took my silence for agreement, and tossed the blanket back, then slid his pants down. Of course by this point in my life, I'd seen, touched, stroked, and sucked on more than one cock, but I'd never seen a guy jerk off. Curious and interested won out, and I settled back on the couch and watched.
He had one hand massaging his balls, and began stroking his cock with the other hand - slowly at first, but picking up speed as he went. About the time I saw drops of pre-cum glistening on the head, I realized that I was not only interested, but horny, and I had started rubbing my tits as I watched. He had noticed it, though, and was watching my hands while I flicked my fingers across my nipples.
I'm not sure how long we watched each other, but it was at least several minutes before I saw his balls tighten and his back arch as he began spurting cum across his chest. So I still ended up horny and unfulfilled - but I wanted to watch that again. And again. And again...
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Drunks are so much fun!
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Posted:Nov 24, 2006 5:12 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2006 7:31 am
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You know, it's always nice to have a regular hang-out. Someplace you can go, kick back and relax, just enjoy the atmosphere. I go to a bar that fits that description. Lots of regulars, so if I don't have someone to go with, I still feel comfortable dropping in for a beer - there will always be a few people there that I know to say hello to. At the same time, they're not such close friends that you I feel obligated to visit with them if I'm with another friend or a date. Think "Cheers" without that damned Diane running around all the time.
But I digress. I actually intended to make fun of one of the drunks that was in the bar a while back. Don't get me wrong, I've been known to have a beer or 10 myself on occasion. Many occasions, in fact. But when people at the bar offer to pay for your dinner if you'll sit down (somewhere else in the bar) and eat something, you're probably in trouble. And when other drunks start telling the bartenders that they should cut you off, you have a problem. And this woman arrived in that condition (driving, god help us).
So, when you're still relatively sober, someone like this is easy to laugh at. It was also easy to laugh at the fact that she was very orange. Well, her clothes were, anyway. Head to toe, literally, starting with the orange sunglasses perched on top of her head, down past the orange bra on display, down to the orange high-heeled sandals. She would have looked like a construction barrel except that she was built more like a meth skank. I guess she looked like a construction barrel on meth (or CBoM).
All of which could have been forgiven, but she was just flat out obnoxious. She was way past the point of understanding the concept of "personal space," and definitely into the realm of saying whatever bizarre notion popped into her head. Most of the time, she was beyond articulating these thoughts, but it didn't stop her from talking.
I'm not quite sure what got her started, but at one point she was standing next to my friend discussing boob size (both hers and my friend's). Well, hell, it's a bar, people will talk about the damnedest things, no big deal. But then she looked over at me and began bellowing, "Oh my god, look at those!" Yes, God was good to me; I can safely say my cups runneth over. And I'm not at all averse to wearing things that put the girls on display. I just don't generally find it necessarily to announce that they're there (don't generally need to, actually).
Now, one comment would have been slightly funny, or possibly mildly annoying. But CBoM had no brakes on her mouth, so she was off and running. She blathered on for a bit, and then yelled, "MY GOD, YOU COULD PUT A HAM SAMMICH IN THERE! AND CHIPS!"
Everyone in earshot (which was a good percentage of the bar) lost it. If there had been any chance of keeping a straight face, it went totally out the window when she staggered around to my other side and began talking to my cleavage. "Gimme a ham sammich! Thin sliced, real thin! And chips!"
We were laughing so hard that I was practically in tears. Her attention was diverted when she realized that the guy sitting next to me at the bar was in the band. Poor guy's just trying to chill out, have a beer and get ready for the next set, and CBoM remembered that she was in love. She proceeded to drape herself across him and "whisper" sweet nothings in his ear (not that she had any volume control - I'm surprised she didn't break an eardrum).
Or I'm assuming they were sweet nothings, I couldn't actually understand most of what she was babbling. I was just happy she had a new victim so that I could catch my breath. Unfortunately, he apparently wasn't interested in taking her up on whatever proposition she was making, and he did what most of us do to deflect the unwanted drunk in the bar - he turned her down and mentioned/invented his opposite-sex friend sitting at the bar with him. Yeah, me. So now she's yelling at me because I didn't stop her while she was drooling over the band.
Oh, well, such is life. She actually provided quite a bit of entertainment value, since those of us that were slightly more in control of ourselves started pointing her towards unsuspecting patrons and suggesting that she should go make new friends. I know, it was cruel of us to inflict her on these poor innocents, but it was just so damned funny to watch! And of course, any mention of a ham sandwich and/or chips is going to be hysterical for a very long time to come...
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And thank god the family event is over LOL
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Posted:Nov 23, 2006 4:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2006 10:17 am
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Well, it was a pretty successful event for my somewhat dysfunctional family. Dysfunctional isn't the really the best word, but it's as good as any. In theory it's a 'blended family,' but I'm not sure it's ever really blended all that well. It's sometimes a source of entertainment to try to figure out exactly how to describe the relationships - sort of a six degrees of separation, family style.
The gathering was helped immeasurably by the fact that my psychotic step-aunt-in-law couldn't decide whether to buy red wine or white, so she chose to buy several different varieties. 6 or 8, I lost count, but no two bottles of the same thing, which mostly guaranteed that everyone would want to try something that someone else just had the last glass of. There was a limited number of people who actually got to try everything - me, my cousin (technically my step-mother's nephew's wife's ), and Aunt Bobbie (who doesn't seem to actually be related to anyone but shows up every few years for holiday dinners - she's one of the more rational attendees so I hope that no one decides she's not a relative). There's much to be said for volunteering to help out by tending bar.
So, with the assistance of several glasses of wine, we survived another Thanksgiving. My cousin and I made the great sacrifice and sat at the "little table," where luckily none of the targets of our sarcastic commentary could hear us. As an added benefit, everyone missed the discussion of the guy that had sex with a turkey, my cousin didn't have to explain again that she didn't get married because her fiance announced that he's gay, and no one offered to set me up with that nice guy from work. (Apparently the assumption is that I'm single because I'm incapable of meeting eligible males on my own. I don't think they need to know differently. They'd never understand naked laundry.)
But gosh, I can hardly wait until Christmas.
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