Tex/Mex: Day 1 - Lads & Lassies Pub Crawl

Squeezin', you bastard! This is what my drafts look like...don't you wish that you can wait for me to edit this bad boy? I ain't posting any more until I've edited this crappola - it's all out of order and doesn't flow right - does that make me a perfectionist?

Little Dinghy picks me up at the airport and plays the Tex-Mex El Paso song for me
I go outside in the frigid air with my plaid skirt and tank top and a winter coat
When I walk into the bar the first person I recognize is C’Em Cummin
Bleeder finally shows up.
I meet Royal Flush who is also an ex-White Houser.

TNT and P*ssy-whipped try to suck on each tit. TNT tries to buy me a drink, so that I will be more amenable to their attentions. Thanks, but uhhh….no thanks. I get the opportunity to witness more dick baring than I’ve witnessed in ages. Yes, I know! The purpose of kilts is to not wear any underwear. Well, guess what? I’m not wearing any underwear either! But I’m not flashing my cooch to anyone!



I go downstairs to listen to the outstanding band. While I’m standing next to Bleeder, I look to my left and whattya know? Is that Day Old Fish? Yep, sure is! And lookie loo! Here comes the infamous Brownie! And you know what’s the first thing out of his mouth?

“Wanna do a Jager shot?”
“Sure!”

Now I like Jager, but it’s usually something that I do not consume heavily. Tonight, I know I have at LEAST 3 shots. Recipe for disaster! I am totally lit. I’m dancing (as always), but who knows who I’m dancing with. C’Em Cummin’ pulls me off the dance floor and he and Brownie recommend a return to the hotel hot tub. Ooohh…a hot tub? Yes, please!

I go back to my room to retrieve the 12-pack of Yuengling that I brought for Brownie. I go back out to the hot tub, but Brownie has disappeared. The hot tub occupants want the beer, but I hold firm. Nope, this beer is for Brownie – I’m taking it back to my room.

People I know from DC Red Dress: B-Flat, Is It In Yet?, Liqueur Hard, High Beams
Now, Liqueur Hard, I never met at DC Red Dress, but I heard about her.

I tell her that and she asks me “What did you hear about me?”
“I’m friends with a mutual acquaintance of yours: Motormouth”
“Oh my gosh! You know Motormouth?”
“Yep, sure do. Were you the person that he threw over his shoulder and ran around the lingerie run over his shoulder?”
“I don’t think that was me”