3 sprays A314 1.23A
3 sprays Instant Shine 4X
3 sprays IO 4X
1 spray of IH
2 sprays of TUTH
It was the modern mans hustle when I got to the club. It was pouring out when we got there and I mean buckets. I’ve lived in Memphis going on 5 years now and normally I would stay away from downtown or even going out on NYE. It’s basically amateur night when all the wannabe’s come out and toss a few down and then drive. When I toss a couple down I make sure I’m capable of driving. I had started out earlier with no mones at a friends pre-party but it was kind of dead there. I did 6 shots though to get my groove on but not enough to be buzzed. 3 buttery nipples, 2 Kamikaze, and a sour apple. This was over a couple hours.
I had bought a bottle of Moet Imperial Rose Nectar Champagne. It was $100 so I was hoping it was good. I figured that the club had me and my friends down as VIP so I was going to live it up like VIP. We all ran from the parking garage to the door and thankfully there wasn’t a line. Seriously it was like the God of rain had opened up the flood gates and was dumping buckets on us.
I was greeted as I walked in by crowds of scantily dressed women bumping to the beats all sweaty and vying for attention. A harem of nubile bodies gyrating to the DJ. In the middle of the song he stops and a long pronounced scratch of vinyl to silence. The bodies stop and look up to his stage and he announces that Steve O has entered the building. Cheers erupt and the beats resume. I raise my arms, one carrying a bottle of Moet, in triumphant victory. The owner grabs my bottle and whisks it away to be chilled on ice. The bouncers are tasked with clearing out the VIP section next to the bar. There is a couch and rail around it with velvet ropes. I can hear people asking who the hell is Steve O. They don’t know, but my plot to take over this club will soon have them all bewitched to my mones.
I order my first drink of the night, a double Bacardi and coke, skip the coke, a bottle of Mich Ultra and sit on the couch. The first bottle of champagne is popped and the bubbly begins to flow like the rain that fell from the sky. Before long my entourage is now co-mingled with 10 or more women from the club. Its amazing to me how all it is, is a couch under a stair well, next to the bar with velvet ropes and everyone wants in. The beer, the drinks, the champagne flowed all night.
We all danced and partied all night. At midnight the owner and his fiance share a glass of the Moet with me. OMFG it is just amazing and blows anything champagne I have ever tasted away. Really, really freaking amazing!
As we toast to a new year, a new decade of hopes, dreams everyone starts kissing and for the first time I realize I didn’t set anything up for the midnight tradition of starting the year off right with a kiss. Just then the bartender from downstairs grabs me on my shoulder. Its C, A’s roommate, and as I turn expecting a big hug and kiss on the cheek, she moves in but decides to explore my tonsils with her tongue. It was long and with my mouth freshly doused in Moet Imperial Rose Nectar I’m sure she could only wonder why I tasted like I had dined on the Goddess of Champagne. When she had finished with me she said happy New Year Steve O and sauntered off.
I turned to the owner and his girl with a 100 yard stare and grin and was about to ask them who was driving that truck. They instead asked me if I had known she was going to do that. I said you didn’t set that up? Randomness I guess. I talked to C the other day and she said that she wanted a kiss at midnight too and it only seemed right. She was wandering the club thinking who should I kiss and then she saw me. It played into the symphony of the night.
Yes my friends, 2011 is going to be a magnificent year indeed. Yes it is 
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