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This happened Saturday. Had it about halfway typed up Sunday evening, but got interrupted and couldn’t finish it until this afternoon.
My friend’s little brother is getting married in a few weeks, and over the past several months we had thrown around a lot of ideas about what to do for a bachelor’s party weekend. Vegas and Atlantic City were mentioned. Other guys pined for warm, sunny places like Mexico or Miami (FL). Yet other guys came up with super lame ideas like a fishing trip to Minnesota (ok??).
As it ended up, he didn’t want to spend a bunch of money so we just ended up just going local and heading down to St. Louis this past weekend.
I’ll go ahead and skip our Friday night activities (which included some gambling and a concert) since it doesn’t do us any good for this report. I could write up a FU report about Friday, but I figure this one would be more exciting to read.
Saturday we’re all waking up in the late morning hours. I had the alarm on my phone set for 10:30 AM. We didn’t get to bed until about 5 or 6 AM, but five hours of sleep was going to have to be enough. I actually hit snooze a few times, laid around in my hotel bed for a while and eventually showered and met up with the other guys.
I had made sure to get my own room because I planned on using it… if you know what I mean.
We all meet up for lunch at Hooters a little after 1 PM in Union Station and order drinks. We sit and eat and speak of last night’s atrocities as well as forecasting the devious acts that are in store for the next. We stay for a couple hours drinking and head over to the casino. Most of us are staying there at the casino hotel too (Lumiere Place). It’s actually pretty nice.
Instead of going full on rage and getting hammered, I take it easy on the drinking for a while. Just hanging out and playing some craps and a couple slots. It’s a Saturday, but there’s just not much going on in a casino in St. Louis at 4:30 in the afternoon. There might be some action later, but we aren’t going to be here anyway.
To keep this short and to the point, we end up heading down to Laclede’s Landing about 6 PM or so to a place called Sundeckers. We hang out and there’s quite a few groups in here.
We’re entrenched in our own group for the most part, but most of the guys (there are 11 of us total) are fairly skilled socially and on the lookout for hot tail.
We’re here for a couple hours and have been flirting with the waitresses and any other sexy girl that happens to be nearby. One of the waitresses has been making “fuck-me” eyes at one of the guys I’m sitting next to. We’ll call him Matt, because that’s his name. I tell him to get her phone number.
She is very hot. Probably about 5’9 or 5’10, wiry build with long black hair and thin, blazing red lips. We’ll call her CatWoman. Meeeeeow…..
After some flirty banter, he asks her for her number and she looks embarrassed and nervously says: “Well, ahhh. I don’t give out my number to randoms that come in here. It’s just bad luck.”
When she leaves, I’m like- “Nawww, not like THAT in front of EVERYONE. Go up while she’s at the waitress station or something,tell her you’re in town for the night, and that you want to hang out later. Oh, and tell her to bring some friends and meet up with us at Big Bang”
Note: Big Bang is a fantastic dueling piano bar on the landing in StL.
Some liquid courage prompts him to heed my advice. He gets up to use the restroom, and I watch as he strategically picks his spot like it was casual and he just catches her walking from one room to the next.
He stops her and she’s smiling. They chat for about 20 seconds. He pulls out his phone (boom!). He comes back and says she’s going to try to hook up with us later. Nice! My boy, unexpectedly, has a little game.
We pay and leave and it’s about 9 o’clock, and the piano bar isn’t happening yet, so we head back opposite way down the street to some microbrewery and hang there for another hour or so to kill time.
I have him shoot her a text to see when she gets off work. She says she’s off now, and her and one of the girls she works with at Sundeckers is going to come out with her.
I start to “coach ‘em up” and get him pumped up about getting laid, but also stress being relaxed and carefree and outcome-independent. He’s confident and has a “hell yeah bro, I got this!” attitude. Good.
I wonder what the girl that’s with her looks like.
Eventually we head to Big Bang and it is busier now. Scattered across the place are groups of all kinds of different looking sorts. At some point Matt comes over and shows me a text on his phone from CatWoman: “We’re on our way!”
We sit and chit-chat and wait for them to show up. The rest of our group is scattered within close proximity in groups of two or three or four. After we’re sitting there for about 20 minutes we see her walk through the door. There’s a somewhat shorter girl with her in a skirt and knee-high stockings. Matt gets their attention eventually and waves them over and when they get up close the other girl is dark-complected with long, amazing, wavy black hair and dark eyes. Later I’d find out she is half-Samoan. Guess we’ll call her HBSamoa.
CatWoman introduces us to her friend and I tell her she looks amazing in the skirt. She pretends to blush and thanks me. The girls sit, but HBSamoa sits on the other side of her friend who sat opposite of Matt. Matt and CatWoman seem to hit it off instantly. They probably haven’t had an exchange of six sentences yet and you get the immediate vibe that nobody else is invited to their conversation. Awe, that’s too bad.
HBSamoa and I simultaneously dodge Matt and CatWoman’s space, in front of them and then behind their backs until we make eye contact. I make a motion with my fingers to my face and ask her if she smokes. She says yes, so I tell her we should go outside for a cig.
We get up and I say that I don’t know where people smoke, so she points in a direction and then I just say “Ah, ok” and turn and walk that way. We have a short exchange on the way outside as I lead her through several groups of people, and then once in the smoking area I ask her if she works with CatWoman and we talk about that for a while.
We talk for about 5 minutes, finish our smokes and go back in.
My friend’s brother stops us on the way back up to the bar and asks me if I’d seen a couple of the guys. I say I haven’t. He says the rest of them want to go down to the nightclub down the street. I say I’ll look around and try to get the guys together. HBSamoa says she’s going to go check on CatWoman. I say ok. Before we part ways, she asks if I’m going to the nightclub too, and I say I guess so since we are all together.
After a bit we’ve gotten the group back together and head over to the night club. Matt, CatWoman, HBSamoa and I are walking together in a group straggling behind the other guys on the way down there.
HBSamoa starts talking about how she’s in medical school and tells me a story about a drunk guy who came into the hospital and claimed that he had poured hot chocolate on his lap on accident and was trying to get her to examine his penis. This is a pretty funny conversation topic and leads to other similar sexual comments and stories as we head over.
The conversation between us is really fun and high-energy, and pretty much completely sexual. We’d went from the hot chocolate story to other stories about patients having things stuck in their anus and so on and so forth. A couple of the other guys in front of us are laughing at our conversation.
When we get there, we stop and I’m standing behind her and place my arm around her with my right hand on her right side slightly above her hip and she looks up at me all warm and fuzzy-like. She smiles and leans into me as I keep talking and I feel a lot of tension.
The guys at the door won’t let one of my friends in because his driver’s license is expired. We stall for a minute trying to decide if we’re going to go someplace else, and another of the guys offers to run along with him and keep him company for a while, and that we should go inside and have fun and meet up with them a little later. The group decides it’s a good idea, so we head inside.
We go in and luckily spot a couple empty tables right next to one another. The music is loud and there’s quite a lot of people here, but not anywhere near full capacity. It’s not your crazy, L.A. nightclub. This is St. Louis, Missouri. I’ve never been to a nightclub in Los Angeles or New York, or anywhere like that really, but this is quite different I’m sure. It’s actually kind of dingy in here. You can tell the building is old and it is definitely not anything upscale, but it also has a safe vibe to it too since the place is mostly filled with your relatively non-threatening preppy frat boys and a few hipsters.
A few of the guys dance and as time passes we end up with a couple other girls that the guys have been talking to and dancing with. I start talking to one of them and find out they’re staying at the same hotel as we are, and they’re here celebrating their girlfriend’s birthday. The pair of girls eventually spot their two friends and wave them over with us.
So, now we have 7 of us guys, CatWoman, HBSamoa and the three new girls all hanging out. I dance with a couple of the girls and there’s one in particular that I really like. I start working on her a little bit and it seems to be going okay. Since we are both staying there, we plan on meeting up at the casino later, should we happen to lose track of one another between here and there. So, we exchange numbers.
I head off to use the restroom at some point and Matt sort of catches up with me and goes in the bathroom with me and tells me that HBSamoa wants me super bad. Which is awesome, because she is super-sexy.
We had all sort of planned on going to one of the strip clubs, but it’s already getting really late at this point. Plus, my friend’s brother (who we arranged this for) doesn’t want to go anyway because we already went last night and I think all the rest of us guys are actually more pumped up about partying than he is at this point.
So, I start thinking to myself that at some point I’ll have to make a decision between the two girls, and make a push on one of them. I can either:
a) Go after the semi-local girl (HBSamoa) that obviously wants me and worry about the huge mess of one or both of us having to get where we need to go after whatever happens plays out.
OR…
b) Go after one of the girls that's staying at my hotel because it works logistically.
Well, I thought option (b) sounded like a pretty smart move here… so I went with option (a), of course. I guess if I screw that up I still have the other girl’s number and could possibly run into her later.
I go and find Matt, CatWoman and HBSamoa so I can ask them if they want to head over to the [airquotes]CASINO[/airquotes]…
When I do find them, Matt and CatWoman are dancing and I also see HBSamoa is dancing with some other guy. Fuck… oh, well.
I’m starting to get drunk, I think, at this point. One of the guys says we are leaving and going back to the hotel. He tells me to go out and get a taxi and he and two others will be out in a minute. So I head outside, hail a taxi and get inside. I tell the driver we need to wait for my friends. I see Matt and CatWoman come outside so I yell at them and ask them what they’re doing.
They come over and I’m telling them to get in. I ask CatWoman where HBSamoa went and she says she is leaving with so-and-so, which I assume is that guy I saw her dancing with (but who knows?).
I tell her to text her and tell her to come with us instead and she says: “Dude, you should text her! She totally likes you!” and so I send her a text and she texts back immediately:
Me: Hey! Where you at? Come with me & Matt & CatWoman to Lumiere…
Her: Ahhh! I just left! Where are you guys?!!
Me: In front, in a taxi. Hurry up!
Her: LOL we are in traffic on Morgan Street! Come get me?
I turn around and ask CatWoman where Morgan Street is. She says it’s just around the corner. We tell the taxi driver we’re looking for one more passenger and CatWoman is trying to explain where we need to go to pick up her friend. Meanwhile, I call HBSamoa and she says they’re parked now and tells me to give the phone to CatWoman. I do and CatWoman is trying to figure out where they’re parked at.
Eventually CatWoman spots the car and yells “There they are!” and tells the taxi driver to pull over. She’s yelling into the phone “We’re up here! Look over by [whatever restaurant]!” We all wave out the window and eventually she spots us at some point and we all see her exit the vehicle she’s in.
At this point in my life, I had not yet experienced the seduction epic-ness that is witnessing a girl excitedly exit a warm Mercedes Benz in 5 degree weather wearing a skirt and sprint 50 yards up a 35 degree embankment in 12 inches of snow to come hop in a taxi with me.
We all ride off to the hotel.
When we get to the hotel parking lot, it’s about 2:30 AM. We go to my room and crack the champagne that’s in the mini-bar and pour us all a glass and smoke cigarettes. Before long, we’re all making out and fooling around.
I take HBSamoa in the back and we have sex and can hear Matt and CatWoman going at it on the couch in the front. By the time all of this winds down it’s about 5:30 in the morning and I have to be out of this room by 11AM.
The girls call a cab and we exchange some kisses, pleasantries and goodbyes. Matt and I sit up and bullshit for about a half hour talking about the girls, and eventually get some sleep.
What a fun weekend.
NJ
My friend’s little brother is getting married in a few weeks, and over the past several months we had thrown around a lot of ideas about what to do for a bachelor’s party weekend. Vegas and Atlantic City were mentioned. Other guys pined for warm, sunny places like Mexico or Miami (FL). Yet other guys came up with super lame ideas like a fishing trip to Minnesota (ok??).
As it ended up, he didn’t want to spend a bunch of money so we just ended up just going local and heading down to St. Louis this past weekend.
I’ll go ahead and skip our Friday night activities (which included some gambling and a concert) since it doesn’t do us any good for this report. I could write up a FU report about Friday, but I figure this one would be more exciting to read.
Saturday we’re all waking up in the late morning hours. I had the alarm on my phone set for 10:30 AM. We didn’t get to bed until about 5 or 6 AM, but five hours of sleep was going to have to be enough. I actually hit snooze a few times, laid around in my hotel bed for a while and eventually showered and met up with the other guys.
I had made sure to get my own room because I planned on using it… if you know what I mean.
We all meet up for lunch at Hooters a little after 1 PM in Union Station and order drinks. We sit and eat and speak of last night’s atrocities as well as forecasting the devious acts that are in store for the next. We stay for a couple hours drinking and head over to the casino. Most of us are staying there at the casino hotel too (Lumiere Place). It’s actually pretty nice.
Instead of going full on rage and getting hammered, I take it easy on the drinking for a while. Just hanging out and playing some craps and a couple slots. It’s a Saturday, but there’s just not much going on in a casino in St. Louis at 4:30 in the afternoon. There might be some action later, but we aren’t going to be here anyway.
To keep this short and to the point, we end up heading down to Laclede’s Landing about 6 PM or so to a place called Sundeckers. We hang out and there’s quite a few groups in here.
We’re entrenched in our own group for the most part, but most of the guys (there are 11 of us total) are fairly skilled socially and on the lookout for hot tail.
We’re here for a couple hours and have been flirting with the waitresses and any other sexy girl that happens to be nearby. One of the waitresses has been making “fuck-me” eyes at one of the guys I’m sitting next to. We’ll call him Matt, because that’s his name. I tell him to get her phone number.
She is very hot. Probably about 5’9 or 5’10, wiry build with long black hair and thin, blazing red lips. We’ll call her CatWoman. Meeeeeow…..
After some flirty banter, he asks her for her number and she looks embarrassed and nervously says: “Well, ahhh. I don’t give out my number to randoms that come in here. It’s just bad luck.”
When she leaves, I’m like- “Nawww, not like THAT in front of EVERYONE. Go up while she’s at the waitress station or something,tell her you’re in town for the night, and that you want to hang out later. Oh, and tell her to bring some friends and meet up with us at Big Bang”
Note: Big Bang is a fantastic dueling piano bar on the landing in StL.
Some liquid courage prompts him to heed my advice. He gets up to use the restroom, and I watch as he strategically picks his spot like it was casual and he just catches her walking from one room to the next.
He stops her and she’s smiling. They chat for about 20 seconds. He pulls out his phone (boom!). He comes back and says she’s going to try to hook up with us later. Nice! My boy, unexpectedly, has a little game.
We pay and leave and it’s about 9 o’clock, and the piano bar isn’t happening yet, so we head back opposite way down the street to some microbrewery and hang there for another hour or so to kill time.
I have him shoot her a text to see when she gets off work. She says she’s off now, and her and one of the girls she works with at Sundeckers is going to come out with her.
I start to “coach ‘em up” and get him pumped up about getting laid, but also stress being relaxed and carefree and outcome-independent. He’s confident and has a “hell yeah bro, I got this!” attitude. Good.
I wonder what the girl that’s with her looks like.
Eventually we head to Big Bang and it is busier now. Scattered across the place are groups of all kinds of different looking sorts. At some point Matt comes over and shows me a text on his phone from CatWoman: “We’re on our way!”
We sit and chit-chat and wait for them to show up. The rest of our group is scattered within close proximity in groups of two or three or four. After we’re sitting there for about 20 minutes we see her walk through the door. There’s a somewhat shorter girl with her in a skirt and knee-high stockings. Matt gets their attention eventually and waves them over and when they get up close the other girl is dark-complected with long, amazing, wavy black hair and dark eyes. Later I’d find out she is half-Samoan. Guess we’ll call her HBSamoa.
CatWoman introduces us to her friend and I tell her she looks amazing in the skirt. She pretends to blush and thanks me. The girls sit, but HBSamoa sits on the other side of her friend who sat opposite of Matt. Matt and CatWoman seem to hit it off instantly. They probably haven’t had an exchange of six sentences yet and you get the immediate vibe that nobody else is invited to their conversation. Awe, that’s too bad.
HBSamoa and I simultaneously dodge Matt and CatWoman’s space, in front of them and then behind their backs until we make eye contact. I make a motion with my fingers to my face and ask her if she smokes. She says yes, so I tell her we should go outside for a cig.
We get up and I say that I don’t know where people smoke, so she points in a direction and then I just say “Ah, ok” and turn and walk that way. We have a short exchange on the way outside as I lead her through several groups of people, and then once in the smoking area I ask her if she works with CatWoman and we talk about that for a while.
We talk for about 5 minutes, finish our smokes and go back in.
My friend’s brother stops us on the way back up to the bar and asks me if I’d seen a couple of the guys. I say I haven’t. He says the rest of them want to go down to the nightclub down the street. I say I’ll look around and try to get the guys together. HBSamoa says she’s going to go check on CatWoman. I say ok. Before we part ways, she asks if I’m going to the nightclub too, and I say I guess so since we are all together.
After a bit we’ve gotten the group back together and head over to the night club. Matt, CatWoman, HBSamoa and I are walking together in a group straggling behind the other guys on the way down there.
HBSamoa starts talking about how she’s in medical school and tells me a story about a drunk guy who came into the hospital and claimed that he had poured hot chocolate on his lap on accident and was trying to get her to examine his penis. This is a pretty funny conversation topic and leads to other similar sexual comments and stories as we head over.
The conversation between us is really fun and high-energy, and pretty much completely sexual. We’d went from the hot chocolate story to other stories about patients having things stuck in their anus and so on and so forth. A couple of the other guys in front of us are laughing at our conversation.
When we get there, we stop and I’m standing behind her and place my arm around her with my right hand on her right side slightly above her hip and she looks up at me all warm and fuzzy-like. She smiles and leans into me as I keep talking and I feel a lot of tension.
The guys at the door won’t let one of my friends in because his driver’s license is expired. We stall for a minute trying to decide if we’re going to go someplace else, and another of the guys offers to run along with him and keep him company for a while, and that we should go inside and have fun and meet up with them a little later. The group decides it’s a good idea, so we head inside.
We go in and luckily spot a couple empty tables right next to one another. The music is loud and there’s quite a lot of people here, but not anywhere near full capacity. It’s not your crazy, L.A. nightclub. This is St. Louis, Missouri. I’ve never been to a nightclub in Los Angeles or New York, or anywhere like that really, but this is quite different I’m sure. It’s actually kind of dingy in here. You can tell the building is old and it is definitely not anything upscale, but it also has a safe vibe to it too since the place is mostly filled with your relatively non-threatening preppy frat boys and a few hipsters.
A few of the guys dance and as time passes we end up with a couple other girls that the guys have been talking to and dancing with. I start talking to one of them and find out they’re staying at the same hotel as we are, and they’re here celebrating their girlfriend’s birthday. The pair of girls eventually spot their two friends and wave them over with us.
So, now we have 7 of us guys, CatWoman, HBSamoa and the three new girls all hanging out. I dance with a couple of the girls and there’s one in particular that I really like. I start working on her a little bit and it seems to be going okay. Since we are both staying there, we plan on meeting up at the casino later, should we happen to lose track of one another between here and there. So, we exchange numbers.
I head off to use the restroom at some point and Matt sort of catches up with me and goes in the bathroom with me and tells me that HBSamoa wants me super bad. Which is awesome, because she is super-sexy.
We had all sort of planned on going to one of the strip clubs, but it’s already getting really late at this point. Plus, my friend’s brother (who we arranged this for) doesn’t want to go anyway because we already went last night and I think all the rest of us guys are actually more pumped up about partying than he is at this point.
So, I start thinking to myself that at some point I’ll have to make a decision between the two girls, and make a push on one of them. I can either:
a) Go after the semi-local girl (HBSamoa) that obviously wants me and worry about the huge mess of one or both of us having to get where we need to go after whatever happens plays out.
OR…
b) Go after one of the girls that's staying at my hotel because it works logistically.
Well, I thought option (b) sounded like a pretty smart move here… so I went with option (a), of course. I guess if I screw that up I still have the other girl’s number and could possibly run into her later.
I go and find Matt, CatWoman and HBSamoa so I can ask them if they want to head over to the [airquotes]CASINO[/airquotes]…
When I do find them, Matt and CatWoman are dancing and I also see HBSamoa is dancing with some other guy. Fuck… oh, well.
I’m starting to get drunk, I think, at this point. One of the guys says we are leaving and going back to the hotel. He tells me to go out and get a taxi and he and two others will be out in a minute. So I head outside, hail a taxi and get inside. I tell the driver we need to wait for my friends. I see Matt and CatWoman come outside so I yell at them and ask them what they’re doing.
They come over and I’m telling them to get in. I ask CatWoman where HBSamoa went and she says she is leaving with so-and-so, which I assume is that guy I saw her dancing with (but who knows?).
I tell her to text her and tell her to come with us instead and she says: “Dude, you should text her! She totally likes you!” and so I send her a text and she texts back immediately:
Me: Hey! Where you at? Come with me & Matt & CatWoman to Lumiere…
Her: Ahhh! I just left! Where are you guys?!!
Me: In front, in a taxi. Hurry up!
Her: LOL we are in traffic on Morgan Street! Come get me?
I turn around and ask CatWoman where Morgan Street is. She says it’s just around the corner. We tell the taxi driver we’re looking for one more passenger and CatWoman is trying to explain where we need to go to pick up her friend. Meanwhile, I call HBSamoa and she says they’re parked now and tells me to give the phone to CatWoman. I do and CatWoman is trying to figure out where they’re parked at.
Eventually CatWoman spots the car and yells “There they are!” and tells the taxi driver to pull over. She’s yelling into the phone “We’re up here! Look over by [whatever restaurant]!” We all wave out the window and eventually she spots us at some point and we all see her exit the vehicle she’s in.
At this point in my life, I had not yet experienced the seduction epic-ness that is witnessing a girl excitedly exit a warm Mercedes Benz in 5 degree weather wearing a skirt and sprint 50 yards up a 35 degree embankment in 12 inches of snow to come hop in a taxi with me.
We all ride off to the hotel.
When we get to the hotel parking lot, it’s about 2:30 AM. We go to my room and crack the champagne that’s in the mini-bar and pour us all a glass and smoke cigarettes. Before long, we’re all making out and fooling around.
I take HBSamoa in the back and we have sex and can hear Matt and CatWoman going at it on the couch in the front. By the time all of this winds down it’s about 5:30 in the morning and I have to be out of this room by 11AM.
The girls call a cab and we exchange some kisses, pleasantries and goodbyes. Matt and I sit up and bullshit for about a half hour talking about the girls, and eventually get some sleep.
What a fun weekend.
NJ
