Well, well, well! You just never know what mischief you may get into when you have a little money to spend and a friend who owns a bar. We decided to go out Saturday night and have a bite to eat. We wandered over to Oakhurst to check out a new place, but decided that it didn’t look like a food place, so we went across the parking lot to Sweet Devil Moon. It’s a Peruvian tapas place. The food was pretty good, the service was haphazard. We looked across the street to the Universal Joint and saw our friend Robert was working, so we trotted over there to have a couple of drinks…
Ahem, as our former cohorts in crime can verify, anytime we go to the U Joint, and Robert’s there, things get rowdy quick and the possibility of going home sober are nil! He immediately began to ply us with shots: melon balls, red headed sluts, Dr Peppers, Raspberry Mexicans. At around 4 am, Nick and I went home. We were really surprised it was 4 am! (We lived around the corner at the time, so it was OK!)
We get home and proceed to engage in the Drunken Jungle Sex™ that we all know and love so much. It’s loud, it’s wild and there is always something funny involved. This time, it was TOO MUCH LUBE and the coup d’etat: Nick fell out of the bed! Yes, yes, he FELL OUT THE BED, my brothers and sisters!! I’ve had lots of reactions from sex, you know, the “oh, baby, that was the best” to “oh, god, I think I pulled something”, but never, ever have I seen someone fall OUT of the bed! It was the funniest thing EVER. He was immediately back up, too, just like a cat that falls down then jumps back up as if to say “I meant to do that!”
I would give Nick’s left nut to have that on video. LOL
So, that’s our wild weekend shenanigans. We had a blast and it was worth spending most of Sunday nursing our hangovers and lack of sleep.
Shout out to Robert for showing us a good time and to Phil and Melanie (I think that’s their names), who entertained us when it was very late and we were all toasted. :-)