There's no whiskey in the jar
May. 30th, 2004 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoFirst day of the eight-day week. Pretty low key. Looking for somebody to work for me so I can have a couple of long weekends around my birthday. After work there was slipping in the shower and bruising both thighs--the stark purple that showed immediately was lovely--and various other parts of me.
Nothing bad happened for a long time after that, though. There was a Tiki Expotition headed up by moses who led us to Trader Vic's for drinks with umbrellas and parrots in them. I was surrounded by lovely women, I got to admire Amy's cleavage, Tersa and SilkBlade bought me drinks and SB petted me while she admired my shirt.
There was stressful driving in strange cars, but it was a fun evening and I got to spend some good quality time with the housemate and people I don't see very often. And now I'm way late for bed. Woo hoo.
Nothing bad happened for a long time after that, though. There was a Tiki Expotition headed up by moses who led us to Trader Vic's for drinks with umbrellas and parrots in them. I was surrounded by lovely women, I got to admire Amy's cleavage, Tersa and SilkBlade bought me drinks and SB petted me while she admired my shirt.
There was stressful driving in strange cars, but it was a fun evening and I got to spend some good quality time with the housemate and people I don't see very often. And now I'm way late for bed. Woo hoo.