Once upon a time, I did own a plaid hat similar to the one photographed. The way I lost it is not a very amusing story, so I will move on. So, when viewing this photograph, I was taken back to a memorable moment while wearing my precious plaid hat. I was 21 and my friends and I went to a night club. I was wearing my chinos, Oxford Cloth Buttondown (blue), and penny loafers with my hat. Once inside the club, I spotted a ravenous black haired beauty that was borderline Goth looking. After a closer inspection, I noticed that she had her teeth capped with vampire fangs.......seriously, they were capped and not the kind of play teeth you slip in your mouth.
As the evening progressed and the music pumped, the vampire looking mistress gave me a curling finger to come hither. Of course, I did! As I approached, she caressed my cheek and removed my precious plaid hat. She licked it (odd)......rubbed it over her breast, and then placed it in areas that could clearly be considered illegal. I am certain that I stood there in awe.......
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Revisiting your creative writing period I see.
You were at a club with people like that? What kind of club was this?
Hmmm, I don't think Amy Vanderbilt would approve...XXOO
Wow...Has your imagination run that dry that you make up a story involving a vampire? Really Richard?
Worthington is probably busy downing G&T's and abusing women to fill in the blanks?
Just because tweens are interested in Twilight does not mean us sane humans need vampire bull in our everyday musings.
Cheers!
haha hilarious story!
do you know the proper name for a hat like that? drivers hat? scally cap?
Sounds like a public school night club.
Please share what college you went to-if not, please share what part of the country it is located-I am imagining the northeast.
Richard! I'm a grandmother now! That story is much too racy for my 'old ears.' (wink).
What a great story ...
It reminds me of them time I was in Ciudad Acuna, Mexico, one fine summer night 1979 and ...
... the hot winds of the chihuahua desert left me my egyptian cotton button down flapping in the wind ..
... he yelled out "hey buddy, ya gotta drink the worm" ...
... she led me the back door ..
... I was still able to get my button fly khaki undone with only a little help from a lil' gal I nicknamed la florita de la frontera.
.... the world was still spinning as I stumbled up to a street vender and had a "Vick" burrito I'm sure was more perro than vaca as the ribs were so small ...
... the last few shots of tequilla were coming up hard, now, as i clung to the porcelain god of tequila excess, my lips and throat on fire, I'd be down to the mexcal, soon, I thought ...
... loaded me into the back seat of a brush painted 66 chevy four door. barney purple. on inch brush.
... the air condition broke on the way home and my sweat was toxic ...
... the lunch I tried to eat at Pecos came blowing up all over the roadside stop ...
.... thank goodness my buddy had some Riddex ...
... I'll never drink again while wearing cordovan wing tips and orange socks on a saturday night in cunya.
... I learned my Aberfoyle driving cap was used to filter the Pemex magna con plomo ...
Ravenous = starving
Ravishing = alluring
I think you meant the latter. I'm not sure how you could tell she was hungry at first glance.
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