The saga continues...
I'm glad I woke up with all my teeth and my penis intact. My earlobes hurt fiercely.
Last night I went out to some SxSw festivities, and ended up at this old Salvation Army building where some sick and twisted electronica was being spun. I was fairly stupid, and texted "J" to see what she was up to. She was downtown and had been drinking for hours already. I was drinking my Lonestar and had a Pabst ready for her when she got to the venue.
The place was bleeding hipster. Austin is so "fucking hip" when SxSw is here.
Anyway, she snuck in a bottle of orange rum and we drank the whole fucking bottle in like 45 minutes. I didn't really know what to expect would happen when I saw her. I ended up driving her to my place instead of back to her car at her friend's house.
I don't remember getting home, nor really much of anything after that until this morning. We had more beers apparently because all the booze in my fridge is gone, and empty bottles aplenty. I think I must have puked in the sinkk, because there was some half-digested taco cabana chip pieces on the counter this morning.
Also, I see no condoms or condom packaging anywhere, but the lube is out. I hope she didn't try to extract revenge on me by getting her knocked up or something. I'm not too worried, because I probably had the worst whiskey dick on the planet last night, and can't blow inside anyway! Talk about an airtight insurance policy.
But check it out. She fucked me up bad. My back/neck feels bent out of shape, and I have bruises, scratches, scrapes, and scabs all over. She didn't even apologize this morning when I drove her to her car. She did offer to buy me some cover up makeup though. Thoughtful. She also kept saying "this wasn't supposed to happen" like 5 times this morning. Whatever it's not like she tried to stop me from coming back to my place.
And, I guess I'm back for now.