The adventures of little vtec9
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Yea ok, I just got home. I didn't have time to do anything at work, then I had a fantasy football draft at 6:30, we watched the game, had a FIFA tournament. I got drunk.. and I just got home like 15 min ago. I don't feel like writing so I'll post up what I have of day 2 and finish it tomorrow. Not trying to make this a bunch of installments on purpose.. but I guess it's at a good place to break, plus I don't give a ****!!! Give me a min
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Day 2; Friday.
Most of Friday (day) isn't too interesting.. and Raj is crimpin my style and crushing my dreams, so I'll get to the point more quickly.
I wake up at 10am hungover.. my stomach feels like lisa's when bella finds out she gagged on marc's schlong. The hotel provides free breakfast but I only feel like drinking water and a bit of orange juice. A bachelorette party shows up to check in.. maybe eight girls, most of them pretty cute except the bachelorette ironically.. one of them is smoooking hot, wearing a stupid trucker hat. I have this theory that only two kinds of chicks wear hats.. ridiculously hot ones, and fat ugly ones. Take part in the social experiment; just keep an eye out.
We go to the beach around noon until 2 ish. That afternoon we decide to head over to Dolphin Stadium for a Marlins-Mets game. A $55 cab ride later we have our $12 tickets. All fourteen Marlins fans are pretty dejected when Beltran hits a granny in the ninth to secure a 5-4 victory.
We get back to the hotel around 11 and lounge around for a while.. we drink the rest of the tequila and a bit more vodka from a fresh bottle then head out for a few more drinks at the same place as last night. Two big margaritas later it's maybe 1 am, and I'm feeling a little saucy. We walk up the street a bit and decide to go into this club called Mangos.. I can't decide if I love this place, or ****ing hate it. http://www.mangostropicalcafe.com
I watched the videos and looked through the pics of labor day weekend, but I'm not in any of them!
We passed by the night before and there were half naked dudes dancing on the bar .. not the first thing we want to see. Tonight there are half naked chicks up there.. good to go. We grab a round of red stripes and of course, there are now half naked Cuban dudes dancing on the bar. My friend is looking at them a bit too intensely.. we call him a you know what. But then I have a revelation. This is a blessing in disguise. Overt your eyes from their gyrating asses (shouldn't be hard, I'd hope) and scan the horizon for cute women ogling the goodies. When you find one fixated on some sweaty Cuban, it's pretty easy to tell what she's looking for
I see a real cutie on the other side of the bar with eyes glued to Juan's junk, smiling and lightly dancing along. This is like target practice..
So I'm about to wander over when someone rubs his/her hands across my chest and kind of tweaks my nipple.. I peek up with the straight stone wtf look to see a lady giving me an I want to screw you grin in return as she continues to walk past.. and she could have except that she was fat.. and very ugly.. But I figured I could always hit her up later, so I slyly propose to my friends a monetary prize to whoever nails the ugliest chick in the place. Similar to a hogging contest.. but that shit never works. The inability to decide who is the fattest always ruins the plan and in the end you're just stuck with a whale. Ok, I finally walk over to the other side but my prey is now talking to some **** tard.. Whatever, I'm not phased. I know I'm looking stupid fresh.
I head back over to my friends and on the way I exchange a long look and smile with a pretty hot brunette. She is maybe 5'4" and wearing a black and white print dress.. low cut to give me an ample view of her plentiful bosoms. Dancing banana. Hair down to the middle of her back, and long bangs pushed to the side. I peg her late 20s to 30. I think she is standing alone, but I don't stop; I need another drink. Some unknown minutes later my buddies lose interest in a couple girl they're talking to (well, probably the other way around), so the cronies decide to take a lap, and I follow. As I'm approaching the woman in the black and white dress, we make eye contact again (you know.. I was staring at her, then she looked at me), and she holds out her hand for me to grab. Oooooh snap.. my luck continues. Too easy. I don't give a damn about my friends, so I kindly oblige, and she pulls me in closer. Awesome, a girl I can imaging mini me puking on, not big me like the last one. And with he way she is looking at me.. oh boy.. worth a thousand words of passion, or one or two surprise wake up ZJs. I'm thinking I could use the bubble boy line and have her melting in my arms (bed). But I don't.. She says Hi with an accent. I say Hey, how's it going? She says good, now.. or something to that affect. She clearly has a European accent. I say What made you pull me over here? I can tell she has to think for a second, then she simultaneously says jokingly
Most of Friday (day) isn't too interesting.. and Raj is crimpin my style and crushing my dreams, so I'll get to the point more quickly.
I wake up at 10am hungover.. my stomach feels like lisa's when bella finds out she gagged on marc's schlong. The hotel provides free breakfast but I only feel like drinking water and a bit of orange juice. A bachelorette party shows up to check in.. maybe eight girls, most of them pretty cute except the bachelorette ironically.. one of them is smoooking hot, wearing a stupid trucker hat. I have this theory that only two kinds of chicks wear hats.. ridiculously hot ones, and fat ugly ones. Take part in the social experiment; just keep an eye out.
We go to the beach around noon until 2 ish. That afternoon we decide to head over to Dolphin Stadium for a Marlins-Mets game. A $55 cab ride later we have our $12 tickets. All fourteen Marlins fans are pretty dejected when Beltran hits a granny in the ninth to secure a 5-4 victory.
We get back to the hotel around 11 and lounge around for a while.. we drink the rest of the tequila and a bit more vodka from a fresh bottle then head out for a few more drinks at the same place as last night. Two big margaritas later it's maybe 1 am, and I'm feeling a little saucy. We walk up the street a bit and decide to go into this club called Mangos.. I can't decide if I love this place, or ****ing hate it. http://www.mangostropicalcafe.com
I watched the videos and looked through the pics of labor day weekend, but I'm not in any of them!
We passed by the night before and there were half naked dudes dancing on the bar .. not the first thing we want to see. Tonight there are half naked chicks up there.. good to go. We grab a round of red stripes and of course, there are now half naked Cuban dudes dancing on the bar. My friend is looking at them a bit too intensely.. we call him a you know what. But then I have a revelation. This is a blessing in disguise. Overt your eyes from their gyrating asses (shouldn't be hard, I'd hope) and scan the horizon for cute women ogling the goodies. When you find one fixated on some sweaty Cuban, it's pretty easy to tell what she's looking for
I see a real cutie on the other side of the bar with eyes glued to Juan's junk, smiling and lightly dancing along. This is like target practice..So I'm about to wander over when someone rubs his/her hands across my chest and kind of tweaks my nipple.. I peek up with the straight stone wtf look to see a lady giving me an I want to screw you grin in return as she continues to walk past.. and she could have except that she was fat.. and very ugly.. But I figured I could always hit her up later, so I slyly propose to my friends a monetary prize to whoever nails the ugliest chick in the place. Similar to a hogging contest.. but that shit never works. The inability to decide who is the fattest always ruins the plan and in the end you're just stuck with a whale. Ok, I finally walk over to the other side but my prey is now talking to some **** tard.. Whatever, I'm not phased. I know I'm looking stupid fresh.
I head back over to my friends and on the way I exchange a long look and smile with a pretty hot brunette. She is maybe 5'4" and wearing a black and white print dress.. low cut to give me an ample view of her plentiful bosoms. Dancing banana. Hair down to the middle of her back, and long bangs pushed to the side. I peg her late 20s to 30. I think she is standing alone, but I don't stop; I need another drink. Some unknown minutes later my buddies lose interest in a couple girl they're talking to (well, probably the other way around), so the cronies decide to take a lap, and I follow. As I'm approaching the woman in the black and white dress, we make eye contact again (you know.. I was staring at her, then she looked at me), and she holds out her hand for me to grab. Oooooh snap.. my luck continues. Too easy. I don't give a damn about my friends, so I kindly oblige, and she pulls me in closer. Awesome, a girl I can imaging mini me puking on, not big me like the last one. And with he way she is looking at me.. oh boy.. worth a thousand words of passion, or one or two surprise wake up ZJs. I'm thinking I could use the bubble boy line and have her melting in my arms (bed). But I don't.. She says Hi with an accent. I say Hey, how's it going? She says good, now.. or something to that affect. She clearly has a European accent. I say What made you pull me over here? I can tell she has to think for a second, then she simultaneously says jokingly
