Paying the price the next day
rickdugan
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It's all one big party when one is out at night playing at the titty bar. The drinks are flowing easily and a nice light glow settles in. The breaded hot wings smell and taste great, with a nice burn that compliments the booze. There's a bevy of hot ass girls waiting for attention and, on the best of nights, one of those hot ass girls agrees to a fun OTC romp to top the night off nicely. All of this, of course, happening under the forgiving cover of darkness.
But then the next day comes and the tab has arrived. Last night's drinks are today's stuffy head, whether one has to work or not. The hot wings have made their trip through the body and the burn has moved from the mouth to the ass. And maybe one's dick is sore from a girl who got off by grinding the shit out of it, which felt just fine at the time but much less so the next morning.
This is a generic post of course - not about me at all. ;)
Anyone else pay a price the next day for their SC adventures?
But then the next day comes and the tab has arrived. Last night's drinks are today's stuffy head, whether one has to work or not. The hot wings have made their trip through the body and the burn has moved from the mouth to the ass. And maybe one's dick is sore from a girl who got off by grinding the shit out of it, which felt just fine at the time but much less so the next morning.
This is a generic post of course - not about me at all. ;)
Anyone else pay a price the next day for their SC adventures?
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I remember when I had my first beer.
Abomination! Begone with thee Satan!
Not even kidding. Growing up in Western NY, you won’t ever see me eating that trash.
But on topic, it’s been a long time since I paid that morning after price. Drinking and fucking don’t go together at all for me anymore.
I can also remember the days when after the party, we went to breakfast and then straight to work. They were loooong days. :)
After the last arriba I learned what it meant to be AFO, I didn't want to look at another women.
As I made my way to the US border and then to my car, I made the walk of shame and it felt like all eyes were staring at me.
On that walk I felt the opposite of the euphoria I experienced after each arriba session and it hit me all at once like coming off a drug induced high way too quickly.
@GMD: We are talking about big wings made even bigger with the breading. An order of 10 is enough for a meal. I hear you about the breading, but the breaded wings in this place are damned good. Though from what one of the cooks told me, the breading wreaks havoc on their fryer, so it's not their favorite dish to make.
@Gam: The problem with hangover lessons is that they tend to fade quickly as the hangover subsides.
@GMD: We are talking about big wings made even bigger with the breading. An order of 10 is enough for a meal. I hear you about the breading, but the breaded wings in this place are damned good. Though from what one of the cooks told me, the breading wreaks havoc on their fryer, so it's not their favorite dish to make.
@Gam: The problem with hangover lessons is that they tend to fade quickly as the hangover subsides.
cristobal... the only reason i leave tj after three days (mostly hk) is MONEY. ain’t a cheap hobby... even in tijuana. (took six girls up this week.)
Gotta admit. That was a funny line.