Release parties can be a gruelling, especially if it is for a band you hardly like at all.
But this one must have been good, seeing that when I woke up the day after, I was deaf and blind. This was because I was under a blanket, with my head between some woman’s thighs. There was another gal using my nether area as pillow, and a third one inexplicably sleeping on the floor. I had no fucking idea where I was or who the girls were.
Must have been some night.
While waiting for my “friends” to wake up, I tried to remember what the blooming’ heck had happened the night before. The aforementioned release party was for a new album by a rather famous Norwegian black metal band (I shall refrain from mentioning names, for reasons that will become apparent soon enough). I didn’t particularly like this band (I still don’t), but I was never one to miss a good party, especially when someone else was paying my bar bill. This someone else was a friend of mine that desperately wanted some company, and she knew perfectly well that I disliked the band, so she sweet-talked me into coming by offering me free drinks.
We arrived around 10 PM, a good hour before the band was supposed to start playing, and she got us both a Jack & Coke. And then everything went hazy.
I found an unopened beer by the girl sleeping on the floor, and opened it, waiting for her and the others to wake up. I thanked the higher powers that I wasn’t very hung over. I hate spending Sunday mornings with my head in the toilet.
When they finally woke up, they told me that none of them knew each other, and that I had hit on each of them individually during the night, and that one of them had suggested a foursome at her hotel room.
The really funny thing was that the girl whose thighs I woke up between were the fiancée of the front man from the aforementioned band, hence me keeping shut about names.
The moral of this story is: foursomes are awesome, even if you have trouble remembering it.
Until next time;
NLM
