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2001-12-03 - 10:53 p.m.|Whiskey Shots Lead to Crotch Shots Well, I'd been meaning to add my own "hangin out naked" (that's a Day By the River song) story because I read one by Kira. L and K and I were all up in Helen, GA drinking one afternoon when we realized we were gonna have to spend the night. See, we'd been playing this game, if you could call it that, taking turns being the "devil" who poured another shot and we were one bottle of Maker's Mark down. The devil is in reference to that Concrete Blonde song, "Roses Grow" that goes "Devil, pour me another shot!" So we got a room with a jacuzzi and at least one more bottle. For background let me say that in our wilder days L had made up a rule that K and I had seconded that went, "When we're all naked, its gone too far." Well, when I saw the jacuzzi I got naked and got in and L said "K, your girlfriend's naked!" but pretty soon she was too and so was K. But its not what you think, its somehow parallel yet worse. L had a new video camera, and since she could talk people in hell into buying fur coats, she convinced us to be filmed naked in the jacuzzi because whatever was being said might be important for posterity. Just talking and drinking. But K had the camera and L and I kept climbing in and out but K held the camera at the same level the whole time so... crotch shots! Later we ordered pizza and K considered it some kind of personal triumph over shyness to answer the door in a towel. We all passed out in the king size bed and no one got laid, but no one got dressed to sleep either. Perhaps on a totally unrelated note, or perhaps because of a glaring lack of sex, K and I ended our more than four years together a couple of days later. L erased all but a split second of that day, and that second remains to remind us, when we're all naked, ITS GONE TOO FAR!
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