In 1986, I got backstage passes to a Boingo show. I ended up hanging out with the boys, drinking way too much whiskey. After the show, we went to a bar at their hotel, and I spent over an hour seriously making out with Danny. Finally, he looked at his watch and said he had to leave...it was time to call his wife and say goodnight to his kid.
Me, lying naked on the bar...Danny drinking Jameson's from my bellybutton...then? Nothing. 'Night, nice to meet you, see you next time I'm in town. Serious frustration...
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Date: 2009-08-11 04:44 am (UTC)Me, lying naked on the bar...Danny drinking Jameson's from my bellybutton...then? Nothing. 'Night, nice to meet you, see you next time I'm in town. Serious frustration...