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St. Paddy's Day before/after
Saturday:
St. Paddy's day. I have never had a good St. Paddy's day.
Went to a killer party, and smoked ungodly amounts of marijuana. They had a keg of Guiness. Jammed and cut heads with a bunch of muscians, and I won every single time. For some reason, I was on fire. It was like I was tripping, yet I wasn't. I played with startling speed, skill, and selerity.
It was all in good fun, with the lesser skilled I would mirror their sounds, giving themm some passes until I screwed it down with my chrome-bodied steel string sterling, and made with some style.
We jammed from 10 to midnight, and from 3 until 6 in the morning.
I got a lot of compliments and applause. While I stood in the kitchen, a random girl who was clearly neurotic, rubbed my cock.
We had a prior conversation wherein I teased her about having a wilting lei of flowers around her neck.
me(non-chalant)"So what is that around your neck?"
she:"Its flowers, I wore it for St. Paddy's day."
me:"Oh, a lei. For St.Paddy's day."
she:"yes."
me:(dead-pan)"Good. I thought you might have been starting to compost on your chest for some reason."
she:(pissed off)"Jay, are you mean?"
me(confused)"No?"
And she turned and left me. Her friend came over to talk to me after I bummed a smoke off of her, and seemed to be confused as to why her friend thought I was mean. Then she came back and rubbed my cock.
Tempting, to be sure, but no. I think she was as crazy as a fruit bat on acid.
I want to skip a lot, like Kelly, the St.Paddy's day freak dressed all in green, with tights, striped boxers, eyeliner, polka-dot huge assed tie and head adorned with antennae and bushy green afro wig, and a couple of other girls who groped me variously.
Snippet of conversation in leiu of more detail.
She:"You know who you look like?"
me:"Myself?"
she:"Yourself, no. (laughs) A celebrity. Dennis Quaid"
me:"Well, that's a new one."
(my brother turns to me)
brother:"What's that?"
she:"I said he looks like Dennis Quaid."
brother: "Really?"
me:"Yeah, girls will tell you fuckin' anything. Goddam anything. I've been told Ethan Hawke and Tom Cruise, too. What a bunch of sh-"
brother:"Yeah, I've been told the Ethan Hawke thing before, too."
(I think he's lying, because he absolutely looks nothing like that. Fucker has a red beard, fer' chrissake.)
me:"See what I'm sayin'?"
The jam was a lot of fun. We played Irish tunes, in addition to free jams. It has to have been my first good St. Paddy's day.
And six a.m. rolled around and I went home with the sunrise, feeling totally fresh, and looking so, no circles under my eyes, nothing. I stumbled into the house, and fell soundly asleep.
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