Sitting in the backyard of my favorite bar, the Zombie Hut.
I'm having my usual Blue Hawaiians, Beehive his Gilligan.
Suddenly, the talk went from safe to sexy, and we were making out in full view of the entire bar. His hand went underneath my skirt, brushed against my crotch. I wanted to fuck him right then and there.
We continued to maul each other like teenagers at the prom. I wanted to throw him into a cab and do unspeakable things to him all the way home.
I happened to glance at the time.
It was barely 7.15.
Rock stars, we ain't!
8 comments:
So The Zombie Hut is your new haunt, eh?
I miss Smith Street.
Boy... my prom was kind of boring.
Really? The Zombie Hut? I'm not so crazy about that place, I have to say. I much prefer Brooklyn Social Scene up the block.
But anyway, 7:15 p.m. isn't a bad thing. It means more time for fun. =+)
Roopa-I wouldn't call it a "haunt", as I go there like, twice a year...I don't really hang out in BoCoCa that much. hahaha. I said BoCoCa.
9er-I was a slut in high school. But did that surprise you? ;)
HaHa-I actually saw Brooklyn Social Scene for the first time that night, is it sort of new?
I'm a cheeseball, I go to ZH for the tiki drinks and back patio.
And yes, more time for fun is always good. :)
I'm just glad you used "the prom" instead of "prom."
Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one who still finds monogamous sex to be totally, uh, sexy!
I think Zombie Hut might have been where I shoved Cute Ben's hand up my skirt before dragging him home for sex. Apparently that place is hotter than I thought.
PS: email me. I have a proposition for you that may involve tales of you HS sluttery.
I LOVE ZOMBIE HUT. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE that place. Spent two very alcohol sodden nights there with my best girls in 2003 and ever since have such fond memories.
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