Wednesday, August 12, 2009

They must have added something to the pool water (DR!P)

Arm'n'Hammer's birthday fell on a Wednesday, so he set up an event on Facebook to pregame at XES before heading to DR!P. I thought I'd have just enough time after work to catch a 90-minute nap before joining them for a drink, but I ended up arriving at XES around 11:15.

I figured the goal was to get to DR!P between 11:30 and midnight, so when Arm'n'Hammer accosted me with a slurry "Buy me a drink; it's my birthday!" I offered him a shot instead. "I SAID A SHOT!" She was wasted and probably didn't need it, but I figured it could be entertaining. Plus it was more time efficient.
 
While we were rallying people to leave, I saw East Village Latina talking to the Token White Hottie from Sunday Night Karaoke. I figured they knew each other from before EVL left NYC, and I didn't think too much of it.
 
We arrived to DR!P just after midnight. While it wasn't as crowded as usual, we got a good bit of bang for our buck with the scene.

Keeping up with clothes check tickets can be a problem if one goes in the water. And I refuse to hold tickets (the last thing I need when I'm ready to leave is to be tracking down your drunk ass). So Med School Mess used her Ivy League education to come up with this waterproof solution.


That week, DR!P went with a Space Invaders theme, and the cast of the party had gone all out.

 
I was wearing a brief-cut speedo (very brief), and at one point, I just started vibrating my ass to whatever song was playing. I didn't realize there was a cute, drunk, white guy behind me (that's totally something I'd do on purpose, but I swear I didn't know this time!). Nice body, too. He got up and approached me, but he was a bit too grabby with the gluteus. Shame, I probably would have at least given him my number.

Speaking of things people were wearing, these trunks look eerily familiar.

 
As I posed stood poolside, I felt a cold sensation on my chest and jumped back. "Oh my," said a drag queen pulling a plastic alien's arm from me. "'Scuse him: he's foreign."

The alien wasn't the only one feeling frisky that night. They must have added something to the pool water because it was like everyone was in heat!

Is that East Village Latina with the Token White Hottie from XES?! ¡Dios mío!


Even Urban Sprawl got a little lovin'.

Notice Med School Mess's face.

You would think that this type of thing would happen more often at a party with alcohol and nearly naked boys, but most guys have better chances with their clothes on this is the first time I've seen this much action in the pool! Kinda glad I didn't go in.

And can we have a short conversation about this? 


I had dinner before I left the house, but...

...t...

A friend of Duplex's (it's hard to keep them straight because they're all tall, muscular, beautiful black guys) introduced me to a very hot guy (see description above) who engaged me for a good little while. But I really couldn't pursue it (and not just because he lived in Jersey). Did I mention Duplex had just come up to my place (at like 2am on a school night!) the week before? Did I mention I didn't regret a moment of grogginess the next day? Yeah.

Now, East Village Latina, will you please stop whining about not appearing on the blog? Awesome.

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4 comments:

David said...

Is this party on Wednesday nights now? Let me know next time you're going. I'll probably say no, but if you catch me at juuuuust the right level of drunkeness...

Urban Sprawl said...

Haaaaa....YES! What a night! Happy about getting some lovin' ;)

Need I mention the alien balloons kept deflating so I would just get new ones to deflate.

Story of my life :)

The Blackout Blog said...

David, Now I have to find a way to rhyme "High maintenance" with "HK2FiPi".

Sprawl, I just want to acknowledge your statement. Nothing more needs to be said.

Med School Mess said...

LOL at sprawl. i can't i just can't