The BGA

Hi there friends, periodically I post episodes from the life of one of my dearest friends, for the sake of her privacy or something… I change her name and those of the people in her stories. Here is another one. I’m calling her Lilly, but her name rhymes with Pose.

hi
baby
oh how I hate calling when you are in the middle of some fun/city like event, like a dinner party, or a night out etc. I hate it because I’m on Cortes,in flux; with nothing to do but go to J.C’s bus…yawn… bossing him around gets dull…

So, here’s what happened to me this weekend…or rather, what I happened to
this
weekend…yikes!
Jennifer and I went to town and decided to go to the Voo Doo on the spur of the moment…first we warmed up with some gin and juice in the truck (that’s right, I was driving a company vehicle all weekend…what’s wrong with my boss? must be my big blue eyes)
We taxi it to the bar and get some coke, we also meet a couple groups of guys and try to get both groups to mingle, but boys don’t like that. So we go off with one group, end up in a trailer with randoms. The coke runs out, so we ditch for the other group of guys who have more blow. Anyway, Jennifer is sauced, & she ends up bonding with
this one entirely sensitive guy. He and I
didn’t like each other immediately because he starts with this whole
"you
just came for our coke, you don’t like ME"
And I’m like "duh, I’ll
like you a lot more if you give me coke RIGHT now"
Anyway I find these three Indian loggers in the next room drinking and doing coke too, so I join them, they seem nice enough. then I see them cutting up something brown and putting it in a pipe thing and I’m like "is that hash?"
And
he’s like "yeah"
And
I’m like, "great"
And
take a few huge pulls & I started feeling better than I’ve
ever felt in my life so I knew something was amiss. As it turns out I was
right, or rather I was wrong… I was right that something was wrong; for what I
had though was hash had turned out to be CRACK.

When
I reported this little 1, 2 switcheroo to the other boys they weren’t to pleased.
They felt the need to go and have words with the crack guys. It was all very dramatic
of
course. By this time I don’t give a fuck, cause like i said, I’m feeling better than I have in my
LIFE. This is probably why I end up falling for Chico Suavé’s line, one of the
boys from the first group of guys. He says he’s 19, and that he has a nine inch
cock,
And
I’m like ‘yeah right’
And next thing you know I’m fucking this 19 year old
with a HUGE one in the bathroom for two hours. It was great. I could tell him
what to do and he did it. I wanted it rough, and for him to call me names and
force me, and he obliged,…anyway later I come out and everyone tells me he’s 17! Dude, that’s like…nine years younger than me?
Anyway, it was a very happy misunderstanding. He was Serbian Italian (not Mexican
which is what I kept calling him) and that is, evidently, a great mix…yay. I
was quite mean to him, wouldn’t let him kiss me, and bossy etc. Whee… it was
great. Anyway, I better go get some crack. Just kidding!

Once I recovered from the hangover I felt much better…I feel much
better…. now you’re having a happy dinner party, fuck you.
xo Lilly
change all names when you post this

P.s. Happy september 11th everyone.