Finally I feel human again. Barely. Note to self: the full-body mosh is best attempted only by professionals or at least those who have limbered up before hand. Further note: a Long Island Iced Tea does not a limber-up make.

It was the college's summer Christmas barnight last night. It went off like the proverbial amphibious creature in a sock. I believe I had more fun than I ever have at a college bar night. Probably because the summer scholars are, on the whole, more intelligent and less fuckwit-laden than the college population. I served at bar for the first shift, learning how to make both a Quick Fuck and a Cock-sucking Cowboy in the process. I made about twenty of the latter.

Then, in my last bar-wench act, I made the aforementioned highly alcoholic drink (the Iced Tea, that is), one for me and one for J², who was looking more gay than usual. J¹ was smoking a cigar when I made it out to them, so I got permission from his sister to slap him. Bubbles had picked up the night before, so was consolidating her gains. We are very proud of her. The guy seems to be nice (and oh-so-cute), but he has unfortunate taste in friends, choosing as his companion the most loud-mouthed sleaze present this summer. Makes no sense to me.