a memory of no memory

by crunchellie

Posted to Stories on 2002-09-25 02:37:00

julie asks me on tuesday…wanna get drunk on saturday? um, no we can’t because amanda wants to hang out too and she can only go out on Friday…so we’ll have to get wasted on friday.

friday the three of us girls get together…i’m drinking vodka….our favorite gay friend comes over and its on.
tequila for julie…four or five shots before we leave for the bar.

we get to the bar….i know the bartender…the drinks are being made with tender loving care (ie really really strong). julie is already freaking everybody…from the gay friend to the old guy who’s 53rd birthday is that night.

some other friends meet up with us….last call…about time to leave but must down two hefty drinks before walking out. and then out the door…..night begins to haze up.

in the car…three girls and one guy….the fucking lights behind us!!! the Popo’s….fucking police. gay-bob gets sobriety test…we happen to know one of the policemen….he is dating one of the girls in the car…yes! safe!

and so we leave…go to amanda’s ….um this is the part that requires me to rely on other’s accounts of the night.


no clothes…julie and I dancing to who knows what music
(i have a sneaking suspicion it was Allison Kraus which makes this part oh so much worse)….we pole dance on one of her lamps…we break the lamp…we go outside naked to smoke a cig….um…amanda walks in and we jump her and force her top and bra off….um…and then its even hazier…

nudity, dancing, and no memories….nice night in crunchland.

wake up puking and wonder where all the bruises came from.

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