I can barely type right now. But, uh, the story must be told. Even if Bonnie doesn't want me to.
It hasn't gotten this crazy in some time. SOME TIME.
Last night, we went to hear Pork Chop Express play at Beale Street. We made Big Chris buy all our drinks, Kate came down, and we had a marvelous time. (minus the fact that "priest shoes" was there.) After the show, Kate decides she's going to the Mission to continue partying, and Chris agreed to drive us there if we found him a burrito. As soon as we got to the Mission, Bonnie and I decided to ditch both Chris and Kate (and mother-fucking priest-shoes, who somehow showed up) and go to the Skylark.
The Skylark, if you haven't had the pleasure, is a bar and dance club. We've become friends with the DJ's there, as Gert used to date one of them for several months (and I believe I dated one for several hours). Thus, we're very well taken care of whenever we show, and as the place wasn't really packed, we started hanging out with the DJ's, Will and Hakim.
Will and Hakim are adoreable, of course, and insist upon keeping our glasses full. We're having a marvelous time, when, somehow, we end up upstairs. All of us. I don't really remember how this happened. But it did. The next thing I know, I'm making out like crazy with Hakim (or Keemy, as his mother calls him) and Bonnie and Will are sucking face as well. Not our classiest moment, but hells bells, people. I've been far too good lately. I have no idea how long this went on, me and Bonnie in some tiny storage area/lounge upstairs at the Skylark, madly making out with two DJ's, but I think it was quite some time.
The next thing I know, Bonnie's tapping me on the shoulder. Yep, she walked right up to us and taps me on the goddamn shoulder.
"It's time to go."
Yeah, it's time to go. Amidst the charming protests of Will and Hakim, we head downstairs, where god bless her, Bonnie gets one more drink out of them. We head outside, hail a cab, and errupt into hysterics. Loud, obnoxious, hysterics.
"Oh my god, Bonnie! I can't believe we just did that. That was the greatest moment of my life. We were totally making out with two huge black DJ's."
"I know! I know! Hahahaha. You said black!"
Well, they were. And it was fabulous and exciting and some of the best kissing these lips have experienced. Hakim is fucking hot. And apparently, so is Will. Nice.
The cab driver couldn't help but get involved, laughing at us, as I screamed at him, "We so much classier than this! I swear!"
No. No, we're not. We laughed the entire way home, falling several times on the floor of the cab, until we dragged ourselves to the door, hugged and kissed each other goodnight, and passed out.
Now, before everyone jumps on me for getting trahed, hooking up with a DJ, noting the fact that he was black, and verbally assaulting the cab driver, allow me to point something out...Fuck you. It's part of my charm. I had a really good time, and I haven't done that kind of crap in a long while. I'm due. And based on the immense pain I'm in right now, it's safe to say it'll be awhile before I do that again.
Man. The Skylark. Good times.