On Thursday there was a "Porn Star Meet-And-Greet" in BarCode to promote AlphaMaleMedia, so we popped along to slaver over the men. To our amazement they actually turned out to be really nice (mostly) and we chatted away the evening, so when it drew to a close we agreed to meet up the following night.
Thus, Friday evening was spent with a large group of guys I'd have recognised better without clothes on. Also in attendance was my Doppelganger (there are three of us who are mistaken for brothers). This brother of mine and I had never discussed our similarity before ("Oh, so that's what I'm going to look like in 6 years", he said. "Not too bad I guess. It reminds me to get more sleep though"). Bastard.
So, in the company of beautiful men standing outside a very packed bar, talking and drinking in the fresh evening air I picked just the wrong moment to fall over whilst returning from the bar carrying a load of drinks. Flat on my face in the dirt next to a tree I sprawled, having also thrown the drinks all over me on the way down. A group of Angertwinks nearby pointed and laughed. I got up, brushed myself down and realised I was bleeding - I'd put a lovely graze up one of my arms. The porn stars looked faintly embarrassed, like they didn't quite know what the etiquette was. Luckily a friend burst into hysterical laughter, provoking the same in me, and the little bit of tension was immediately relieved.
Didn't end up in bed with a porn star that night, oddly.
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