I am a fairly social person. I love people. I love music. And this recipe has somehow allowed me to be able to become friends with very influential people mostly in the entertainment business. I was invited to an elite club for a secret music show. By elite, I mean people with an extraordinary amount of money, as well as those, similar to myself, are not "Super Fans" but can basically keep themselves composed in said Elite atmospheres.
Upon arrival, I socialized with many friends who I hadn't seen in awhile because of them being on tour, or me being out of town. I promised myself to be in bed by 12/1230, and no drinks!! And do we think that happened, of course not. When you're gabbing with old friends getting the scoop on whats new, of course some how everyone grabs a drink and enjoys the oral fixation of a tiny straw or bottle neck in their mouth.
I was floating around the club, when a friend of mine came to me at the bar. " Do you know the twins? They have a table around the corner with bottle service so come over when you have a second" Bottle Service? oh no.... my no drink, 2 drink minimum, just became "who cares! lets party it up!"
I finished my conversation at the bar, but not before taking a whiskey shot, and began my venture to the other side of the room. I continued to stop and say hello to friends and meet new colleagues, and as I finally came to the table where my "posse" was enjoying "bottle service" I saw neither twins nor bottle service. A true sigh of relief came over me. And then I met Mr. Paisley as we'll call him...and behind him, the twins.
I cornered my gal pals, and the band began to play. The were actually really good. A mix of Shiny Toy Guns, with their own LA esque flavor. We were dancing up a storm, and Mr. Paisley was holding a Voss Glass Water bottle, getting "groovy" He seemed like a sweet guy, so in between songs, I introduced myself. As we were meeting this short blonde haired guy with an old 20's style mustache, wiggled and squirmed a dance, that was almost like watching some type of Zen, Tae bo, dance with a twist of rave pop. It was hilarious.
I looked next to Mr. Mustache, and was shocked to see someone in what I would call West Coast ware. Graphic tee with a button down on top, shaved head, and sweet blue eyes with little crows feet at the corner from being out in the sun too much...hopefully from surfing. It was like looking into the eyes of an old friend, and I had to ask him, "you visiting from CA?"
"Just moved here 5 days ago actually. Originally from Mississippi"
"you in the music business than I assume?"
"yeah, my brother and I do a lot of different things actually. We write for large broadcast companies, NBC, MTV, etc. We also flip houses, & have a beer we're about to start marketing. Girl, look at you!"
The repetitive "look at you" became both of the twins phrase. And as they continued to talk, I found out they could do just about anything. Cook, clean, fix, invent, and In my head I kept thinking, what are they the twin MacGyvers?
"Anything you want girl, when the waitress comes by, you order anything you want"
I looked over at my girlfriends...bottoms up chicadees!
We continued drinking, and it wasn't till my girlfriends left and most people had left the bar that I recognized the time. 1:45 am. I looked over at "Mississippi Mushu" (reason being Mushu was a dragon, and I have coined the term ' I slayed a dragon '... I know.. clever) Mr. Mustache, and Mr. Paisley had left 'MM' and so, I had to take him home.
Upon arrival to his house, were some other friends and it wasn't til I arrived at his house, I realized how much I really did have to drink. The night was winding down, and I let him know, I really did need to sleep. He understood and gave me some PJ's and it was off to bed.
..ummm....yeah we didn't just go to bed. Cut to after, it was great. It was really great, but I kept thinking..oh no, i've opened the door to being used again, and omg...I just met this person. It was my first one night stand with someone I had just met. what was I thinking!!! I left the next morning, getting those darn Shotgun Memories, twitching when I'd remember something.
The next night he met me at a bar, and we went home together, and nothing happened. I had to let him know, that I wasn't going to be a Fuck Buddy. I needed to recognize, as well as did he, that I was someone to be respected I couldn't just sleep with anyone. I'm trying to regain the "sanctity" Of sex, but its not easy.
I have a feeling these Twins are going to be a consistent topic. Luck for me they seem to be great legit guys. I guess we'll find out.
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