Late Nights

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
Foxxy, Photog, Shew 0 Comments

The last few margarita Fridays have lasted until the Sun came up on Saturday. Not entirely sure how this habit has come to be, but it does give me flashbacks to when I first moved to the city. It’s like I’m twenty-one with an all new cast of friends.

The night I have in mind was packed with some of my friends that are more like supporting characters than main crew. The Photog and a few of his friends met up with myself, Shew and F-Buisness at Barrage. Note: The Photog has a friend that Shew also knows and has a very special name. Escalator a few years back had an incident where he fell off an escalator and literally cracked his head open. The fact that he’s walking around is amazing, but it’s a little funny that someone can fall off an escalator. Photog also brought along two Jersey girls that were board out of their minds. I was totally amused by them. Give me a drink, girls and the night is set.

After a few hours I was able to convince Paul the Pilot to stop by for a drink. My phone should have special settings that filter my contacts based on my blood-alcohol level. Paul the Pilot is one of the more professional and proper people that I know. He’s known me for about ten years and knows my thoughts on happiness. He also knows me from my younger more miserable days in Utah. He probed about my thoughts on happiness today and all I know is my tongue could not control the words that I was spewing. He eventually high-tailed it out of their and has been invisible since. Oy.

The night for most of my friends ended at the Ritz where it was a big stand-around-do-nothing-fest. Shew and I went back to my place and enjoyed a few more drinks. It’s amazing how long I can talk non-stop after 3:00 a.m., as well as how delightfully insightful I become to myself. This Friday is special as it’s F-Business’ birthday so there is sure to be sexy fun to report.

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