it was my girl's 21st birthday, so we decided to go to Roxy (Latin night as well) in Boston. We had VIP, y0u kn0w h0w I do .. the benefits 0f having DJs and radio personalities as sex partners .. ha jk. Anyways, we all g0t sexy ( I was wearing a hair weave with some spandex .. o0o yeah I looked like Shakira, Tyra Banks, and Richard Simmons .. but I only answer to people when they call me "Loca", "Coomad", or "Shakira"). So, it was 1 white girl (me), 4 Dominicans, and 1 half Dominican and Indian. Now, when I get intoxicated at the club, my friends like to sell me off to the sexiest guys in the club, and when I mean sexiest, I mean there's something wr0ng, abnormal, disformed, gender-confused about them. So, of c0urse they make me dance with this Indian dude, he smelled so bad like curry and onions, and he wasn't holding onto my hips as we were dancing, he was holding onto my belly fat. I'm thinking inside my head, my hips d0n't lie or m0ve, like my stomach, wtf are you doing?! So I tried pulling away from him but that lil skinny thing would not lemme go, I hadda get my half Indian girl on him. Then I went back to the bar to relieve some aggravation to I had this pitbull wanna-be whispering drunken secrets in my ear, n0ne of them made sense. So of course, we were dehydrated and hungry from dancing like rock stars that we went to chau chow city and g0t s0me china f00d. Low and behold, my Indian dancing partner was seated diagnolly of me and was giving me the ugliest look. Then I started my drunk dialing, and that's another story.
