simon's house. saturday night. it was slightly under a hundred degrees in simey's living room. we each took our turn resting our heads on a box of frozen chicken nuggets in the freezer.
there was a dance party at a hotel on the same day as the gay pride parade aka dog petting dog event. see? lasers, djs, spandex, etc. bum bum bum ba ba ba ba bum bum bum so you think you're beeeeeeetter off aloooooone.
simey gave me a wristband and stern lecture about how it's worth $125, did you hear me, G? $125 for you you you so you better remember this for the rest of your life.
i will. don't worry.
hotel room with a balcony overlooking the party. and don't forget the beads!
vip area we were so cool man. i danced round and round and free red bull. plus big round beanbags with minimal stains. yeah so we were all yawns about the guys wearing tight green speedos but i went out of my nonchalant i've seen everything character when i saw guys wearing little boy tighty whiteys with dinosaur and spiderman designs.
we played never have i ever and it just evolved into confessing the strangest object you ever used to masturbate with as a kid. there was a microwaved cantaloupe, barbie doll, vibrating pen, kitchen appliance (?). and then it became talk about your getting arrested experience of which simon stood up like at aa meetings and talked about the indecent exposure incident. he's a real trooper.
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