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[growler_south]

f: Eat, Urge, sleep.
s: Eat, Urge, Eat, Urge, sleep.
s: Dida's, Eat, drink, Urge, sleep, Urge, sleep.
m: Pub, Eat, Pub, drink, rent DVDs, cookies, eatdrinkeateateatsleep.
t: Work.



A thoroughly decadent weekend- I'm going to have to eat Ramen noodles for the rest of the week to restore the balance. It seemed that every time Erich called me I was either drinking, drunk, eating, or surrounded by half-naked men. I'm not really like that, honey! :-)

It started slowly, with Leather night at Urge on the Friday- loads of horny, happy blokes in leather dancing it up and sweating it out. It wasnt all as planned though, as it was the first leather night at URge for a while and no-one really knew what to expect. The sling went unused, the stocks too, and though the flogging demonstration was intriguing, people lost interest after a while and went outside to smoke until the music came back on. But, for a first time, it went rather well. Next time will be better, and most people, as they were leaving, said how much fun they'd had and how they were looking forward to the next one.

Saturday I helped the boys clean up the bar, and as a reward for our hard work we went out to a GPK and ate ourselves into a stupor. And then trundled back to the bar to open up. Luckily for Alan, Saturday night wasn't insanely busy- it looked like everyone was saving themselves for the following night.

And they were. The Sunday tradition is to sit outside at Dida's and drink a few bottles of wine while nibbling on Tapas, and this Sunday was no exception, though we had to set the bar up later for the 'Sportswear and Lycra' night.

Which went OFF. Alan was pleasantly surprised at the number of guys who turned up in wrestling outfits, and I didnt mind the eye candy myself either. Though the effeminate asian lad who groped me whenever he walked past ended up getting a hearty smack on the wrist when he did it once too often... The night turned into a mini underwear night, hopefully a prelude to the fun next weekend.

As much fun as it was, however, I had a case of the blues and begged off around 2am, wandered home and watched Northern Exposure until I couldnt handle it any more and cried myself to sleep. I blame the late nights and excessive alcohol this weekend, because I was much better next day.

Monday saw me out at a pub again, usual suspects, beer and wine and food... and then a different pub, and a lovely chat with Erich (who was, by now, convinced that I was never anywhere but in a bar) and then back to Alan and Pauls to relax with a couple of movies, ending up falling asleep on the couch at midnight.


I really do think the rest of this week will be vewwy quiet...

Comments

[mafuta67.livejournal.com]

hmmm... strange you should mention the Asian guy. I was always being felt up by young asian guys when I went out, do you think its a generally accepted notion that asian guys go for bigger hairier caucasian men? (Mind you, who can blame them?)
These boys were always asking to go for a ride on my motorbike... I never quite knew if it was a euphemism though.

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

Well, I couldnt peak for an entire race, but the asian guys who come to Urge certainly seem to be looking to find big, hairy men... and, for the most part, they go home happy :-) I can just imagine you wading through a clingy horde, all clamouring for you to be their daddy... (I have far more class than that and will stick to a simple 'WOOF!'. And maybe a bit of groping.)

Will let you know about the motorcycle effect...

[debxena.livejournal.com]

What - no wanking in your busy schedule?

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

I didnt mention breathing or elimination either- doesnt mean I didnt do it though!! ;-))