7.24.2005

Sunday, July 24, 2005

WEKKEND RECAP

It's Sunday night and I've just spent the evening trying to catch up on some emails, paperwork and such. So I figure since i'm on the computer, i'd get you up to speed on how the rest of the weekend went. I am also having problems with my cellphone-my latest bit of aggravation; so by working on the blog, it takes my mind off of it (at least for awhile). So whilest I catch the latest episode of FOOTBALLER'S WIVES (photo courtesy of www.footballerswives.tv), here are some bits from last night:

In relation to Friday night's festivities, Saturday night paled in comparison. The whole strip was pretty quiet overall; no doubt due in part to the beautiful weather that Mother Nature provided, causing a mass exodus out of Manhattan. The early part of an evening was pretty tame- a few couples, a few groups here and there; nothing to get excited about. Things picked up noticably when a bachelorette party came in. They were a pretty lively group- pounding shots, jumping about and dancing to '80 hits. The girls were pretty funny and they hung out for most of the night. They basked in the glory while guy after guy bought them shots and danced and flirted all night long.

Now that I think of it, there were a lot of females in attendance last night. We definately had our share of our Murray Hill munchkins, all dressed the same like Stepford Wives. They got pretty drunk and of course, the vultures were swarming around them, waiting to pick the carcasses. There was this one couple in particular. She was your typical "daddy's little princess", dressed in low-rider blue jeans, high-cut blouse showing off the freshly tanned midriff. She was shit-faced and enjoying the company of a typical "Joe Guido" stud, who by all accounts, was pretty hammered too. These two were going at it at the bar like two porn stars. At one point she had her feet kicked up on the bar while he was trying to do his best Ron Jeremy imitation between her legs. I had to tell her to take her feet off of the bar , it was so obvious. The funniest moment was when she was trying to order drinks, Ron Jeremy took to bending down and grabbing her thong with his teeth and trying to tear it off, much to her delight. The group sitting near her found all of this rather amusing (myself included). This went on for about another twenty minutes before he finally realized that now was as good a time as any to get a room.... This was definately one time I wished I had my camera!

Other than that, the evening was pretty uneventful overall. Now it's time for a new week and hopefully new stories to report. I'm wrapping things up now so that I can concentrate on more important matters, like FOOTBALLER'S WIVES....

NUFF SAID

3 comments:

Le Synge Bleu said...

wow, you don't even need to go to the video store to get porn; its in your own back yard...though it sounds more comical than sexy really.

Anonymous said...

What's up with the chick in the middle? Those are some weird ass fake titties she's got.

Le Synge Bleu said...

they also all look inordinately pissed off...is that a prerequisite for being a footballer's wife? no, i'm sorry ma'am, you don't qualify...we caught a glimpse of a genuine smile there...can't have that. only angry women can marry football players. don't ask why...it all part of the image thing.