Miscellaneous Craic!

I just met a bunch of Irish guys & a couple of Irish girls. Like right off the boat. They were a total blast, and it's always cool hearing the accents and having certain things in common like good craic! Maybe it's because I've got 27 of them staying at my house now, but when they called me to get together for a party later, I just don't think I can get into it. For one thing, 2 or even 3 of the guys are really very cute, in an Irish kinda way, but I remember what sex was like with men from home. First off, they've NOT been decapitated down there, and from what I remember, are so into the whole European thing of NOT shaving down there either. Maybe things have changed. After all I haven't been with a guy from home since I was 17.

RULE #5 - Make sure you're shaved down there. I like it smooth. Like a new born baby's arse.

I went over to Henry's house last night for a while, but I don't think it was as good as I thought it could be. He does however have the most gorgeous arse I've ever seen on a man. Seriously. I wanted to finger it, or better yet, fuck it. He also has no fucking hair anywhere on his body, and it feels so good. The kissing was still really good. The foot sucking just gets better and better. It's the rest of it that I just wasn't into last night.

I think my problem is the snorting coke. I'm not one of those "anti drug" girls. I can drink like a fish (an Irish fish), I've tried Acid years ago, and it gave me a totally bad trip, so I never did it again. I did EXstasy a lot when I was younger, but haven't done it in years either. Probably only because the opportunity has never arisen. I used to totally love the whole relaxed rolling feeling, and the super sensitive sensory overload that comes with it. I'd never done pot until I was about 30 years old, but I'd say, that's for sure my drug of choice. I don't do it every day, in fact months can go by and I'm not interested in doing it, so I'm not that wake and bake girl either. I have a friend on radio who sometimes I do mushrooms with, again very rarely. Because I'm *me* I probably would prefer a vicoden, or a percocet to completely mellow me out & bring me down a notch or two, and again, that's very rarely and only if someone gives me one.

BUT... Because I am *that girl* who is turned on by the whole not safe, not really sane, not consensual thing I tried it. That particular baggie was not coke. Besides leaving a horrible taste in my mouth, clearing my sinuses out, and giving me a majorly fucking sore head, it did absolutely nothing. I've seen friends do coke, and have seen the changes in them, and this did nothing at all. I totally think someone is selling him adderall and passing it off as coke. Anyway, I had no interest in doing it the next day, or the day after that, or the day after that. Not knowing him very well I don't want to be in a car with him while he's doing it, or really even hanging out with him if it's a constant thing. That's a pity, because when he's NOT on it, like at work, he's funny. He's sexy. He's attentive. He's sweet. He's generous. He's on the ball and interesting. He's thoughtful.  He's a lawyer for gawdsakes.

On coke, he's none of those things. Well ok he's still a lawyer.  So I think it might just have ended last night.

God see how good this blogging thing is. I totally get to sort out my entire head in just a few minutes of letting things fly out of my fingertips and onto the keyboard.

Last night I also went to this Irish Take-a-way - Eamonn's on King Street, Alexandria, VA. I got some battered sausages. LOVED IT... SO FELT LIKE HOME. Got some Club Orange and a bag of crisps. Oooh and a deep fried Mars bar. So much for spinning class.

This couple from APG (which I just joined last week as "BitchNBoots") sent me an email today about getting together with them. The male half of the couple has definitely been doing all the contacting me & making the arrangements.

He mentioned he'd raced motorcycles in the Isle of Man. Well I've been there a ton of times and had no idea that people raced there. But then I told him that where I'm from, literally right outside my front door is where the North West 200 takes place. I had NO idea it was so fucking famous, until he mentioned it. So I had to go wikipedia it. Fucking hell. I didn't know it was a world wide thing. My grandad raced in it years ago, and in fact, the whole reason I've never gotten back on a motorcycle is because I tried to take his out by myself when I was about 14, and it was so heavy that I fell off, and it fell on me. Ooouch. Burning my inside leg with the exhaust. Leaving a scar that lasted till I was 29. I'm ready to get on behind someone again now though.

Traks opened when I was about 13 and I used to go there on Thursday nights to party, until I was about 17. However, don't go to Traks unless you want some dickhead hitting you with a broken beer bottle, and then kicking the shit out of you. And not in a perverted good sorta way. Kelly's is much better. Right across from the golf course.

Anyway this all has made me kinda home-sick. Irish family staying. Making new Irish friends. Visiting Irish Websites.

I'm supposed to be seeing Mike later tonight. Gotta go get ready for a party now though!