I am a firm believer that every Thursday night, when you are as footloose and fancy free as I am, you should party like it’s your birthday! However, when you invite everyone over for pre-drinks at your apartment; and after being stuck in traffic (because the Tel Aviv city counsel in their infinite wisdom decided to cut the main route from the highway to my place off for maintenance on a THURSDAY NIGHT!!!) everyone turns up late and drinks go on until you finally manage to leave the apartment at midnight, it is pretty tough to actually get in to decent bars in the city. The first bar was pretty decent, but way too full of people and there was little chance of getting a drink, so we walked out. The second bar had a very nice entrance way, but as the lady on the door said, “You crazy people trying to get into a place after midnight and not being best friends with the owner!”… Can I befriend him now? No? So on to the third place, which did the evilest thing a bar can do to a group of revellers… let everyone in apart from three!
As everyone had come out under my instruction, I felt bad that three of the posse were still stuck outside, so even though someone had just bought me a drink, I walked out, glass in hand (I might do this more often to replace the glasses I have smashed in my apartment) and dragged what revellers I could find back to my place to continue with the drinking and partying we had started all those hours earlier… some more early than others.
Take one group of drunkards, a lot of alcohol, and a few dozen shot glasses and you end up with everyone playing drinking games… the favourite being “I have never” or otherwise known as “Never have I ever”. For those of you who have never played the game involves everyone taking turns to say one thing they have never done, and those people in the circle who have done that thing have to drink… you get the picture.
As everyone had come out under my instruction, I felt bad that three of the posse were still stuck outside, so even though someone had just bought me a drink, I walked out, glass in hand (I might do this more often to replace the glasses I have smashed in my apartment) and dragged what revellers I could find back to my place to continue with the drinking and partying we had started all those hours earlier… some more early than others.
Take one group of drunkards, a lot of alcohol, and a few dozen shot glasses and you end up with everyone playing drinking games… the favourite being “I have never” or otherwise known as “Never have I ever”. For those of you who have never played the game involves everyone taking turns to say one thing they have never done, and those people in the circle who have done that thing have to drink… you get the picture.
Word got back to those who decided to stay at the bar, that there was a kinky drinking game going on at my place, and so my apartment was soon full of people (mainly women) giggling and sharing their most intimate stories. Somewhere in the process, I found a stick on tattoo and thought it would be a good idea to stick it to my left breast. “Hun, you have to wet it to make it stick”, so I dutifully licked it… totally oblivious to the guys all watching, tongues hanging out of their mouths. So the evening ended with everyone knowing a lot more about everyone elses’ sexual experiences, and the boys speedily driving home to Jerusalem to relive themselves…
“Never have I ever fooled around with two roommates…”
n.b. I made it into the press!!! I am famous!! Check out my quote (she only put in my jokey comments) Check out Ha'aretz
12 comments:
next time we are going to find out if anyone has had a mongolian clusterfuck.
(if you dont know what that is... www.urbandictionary.com)
Next week "kill, marry, or shag" at my place followed by a bit of "Adman"- who's in????
i dont know who yoland is.... but im def up for it. maybe at the big brunch birthday party?
Never have i ever had two roomates, but them two roomates at your party...mmmm hmmm I definatley would!!!
HOLY SHIT .... hahahahah. two roomates......i've never either.........can run from room to room. back and forth. ooh la la
screw the kill, marry or shag...i'll be playing who wants to shag me...all players please sign up accordingly.
run from room to room?? girl...when u do two roomates its preferably at the same time...4 hands are better than 2...as are 2 men better than one ;)
hmmm if 4 hands are better than 2, and 2 men are better than one...i suppose 2 appendages are better than one, ooooh weeee gimmee some roomates ladies!
i need to find me a fine man. one who can handle my fantasies. especially those with sharp metal objects and cuffs. Dang.
girls, try worrying about keeping one man instead of worrying about what you would do if you had 2
the problem aint about finding a man. the problem is finding a GOOD man.
I agree...a GOOD man is hard to find...but then again a HARD man is good to find!
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