So the second night we were there was our first night out, out. We bought some exorbitantly priced drinks (EVERYTHING SO EXPENSIVE. HEART ATTACK YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE. $8.50/cocktail $6/shot) and chilled out on the docks at the Marina. We met this fat Dominican kid, Juan, who took us to Chavon, the place with all the clubs. I was a super novelty item and everybody there oohed and ahhed and I met this kid Andreis (spelling..?) who goes to school in Boston and plays the geeeeetarr in a band (a band! gasppp!) and was super nice but not particularly attractive. But I was drunk so it was iight. Andreis is Dominican...meaning he didn't make a move...but gave me a hug. I LOLED. We get home; everybody is happy and safe.
Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. Not really. Beach, bye Freckled Dominican, eat, lounge, eat, get ready to go out. We pregame with some cheap rum, then go to Onno's bar/club place where we meet a troupe of SUPER RICH MEXICANS. They keep giving me rum and cokes; it is like He Who Must Not Be Named cursed my drink to always be filled. Arturo, 20-year old SENIOR AT KENT PLACE BOARDING SCHOOL. THAT IS ONE OLD SENIOR. Bound for Endicott. Got a 1430 on his SATs. I pick them so well. Grabs drunk me steers me to a wall, we hook up, Brotherly Judgmental One is screaming my name, I run back. He is pissed, we get back safe enough. See the pattern? We always get back safe, and Brotherly Judgmental One is always not pleased.
Next night is pretty much drunken dancing haze with boarding school bitches. Dancing in circles, like a boss. Getting home okay, like a boss. Next night similar drunken haze. No real details just fun to have silly boys salivating over your noveltyness and buying you countless free drinks. Like a boss. The days pass with the beautiful pattern of beach, food, pool, food, lounge, pregame, bar, home safe. We decide we want to sleep and save our livers one night so we stay in.
Then last night. I put on my spankies, my modern day chastity belt to ward off would be attackers. We go to the Piano Bar, this old school eighties hilariously tacky bar with tons of neon lights and "groovy" furniture. And no people normally. Brotherly Judgmental One loves the piano bar; we ended up starting every night there for the ceremonial first drink. So we did not expect to see the influx of people. We soon discovered that it was free drinks until midnight. Game on. We drink, boarding school bitches come parents and little sisters in tow (huhhhhhhh???) drink with us. Then I am coming out of the bathroom and stumble upon none other but Andreis. Ay. All is cordial. Then he's like hey, A-Rod is here, and I'm like Whatttttt???? and he's like do you want to meet him and I'm like YES PUHREASE. So I meet fucking A-ROD and I am so pumped, but blathering a bit, awkward and shaking his hand, and being like wait I just met A-Rod what what what the man is giant in person. The only question is: what was he doing at a defunct bar frequented by many people only because of free drinks? He must be cheap. So then Andreis and I get drinks and "go for a walk." People are all the same. Everything begins with something along the lines of "let's go for a walk." You're not fooling me! I know we're not just going for a walk! Gah! But whatever. He introduced me to A-Rod, wasn't gross looking, and was nice and we had lovely conversation. So I hooked up with him and he got through the spankies, then I ran back to my friends who were, of course, looking for me.
It is 12, Piano Bar is dead, so we go to Chavon to Onno's and Papa Jacks where we come across these kids the boarding school bitches had met a few days ago. Two more boarding school bitches, only more fucked up with lots of drug use and the like. NBD. They're adopted brothers, as they frankly tell me, and the older one (not cute, definitely druggie) got kicked out of Endicott (TWO ENDICOTT PEOPLE) was bitchslapping a girl in the face. The other one (cuteeeeeee) is also a fuck up but less so and cuteeeee in a two ex-boyfriends mixed into one boy kind of way but more on the cute side. We go to dance at Papa Jacks and I get attacked by male pelvises, but slut my way over to cute fuck up brother who dances SO WELL. SO WELL FOR A WHITE KID. SO WELL. He wasn't all passive and expectant, or just moving side to side, but moving with me and danced so well and even kind of took control and so it was super hot and I was getting all down on the dance floor. I hate PDA, but I was drunk enough that I just hooked up with cute fuck up brother on the dance floor...on stools...up against the wall...it was sloppy but super hot. And reason I think he's a gentleman? When we danced my skirt would ride up and he so nicely would pull it back down. While dancing really well. Of course, friends and boarding school bitches who weren't getting any or doing anything had to be all "we didn't know where you were!" and Brotherly Judgmental One was all you've had enough to drink you were making out with that fucked up druggie guys and steered me outside. Outside, cute fuck up brother kept trying to be chivalrous and "protect" me and shit from random-seeming guys who came up to talk to me. Brotherly Judgmental type made us leave.
Morals of the story: don't go out to bars with Brotherly Judgmental types. Bring condoms with you because boys are useless (WHO FORGETS THAT KIND OF STUFF?). And don't fuck up your heel while hopping gates to amphitheatres.
Life is good.
-Sweetness
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