Stranger things have happened-A fave in the crowd

Serious Shit
I opened my eyes and gave them a minute to adjust. I looked around, where was I? My head ached. I lie there and try to rewind, go back through the events prior to waking up in this foreign place. I remember it was St. Patrick’s Day, I remember starting off at the “Village Idiot” (a local pub). I remember asking the hot chick how she got her head to dread lock like that. I remember how damn smoky it was there and I remember heading to the strip club. I remember doing shots from the shooter girl’s breasts. I remember calling Sugar –
It was vaguely coming back to me. The club was having a “Show me your Clover” contest. The premise was the audience would sign up to get nude and prance around on the stage with the hot naked chicks and the winner would then do an encore in the shower on the stage with girls soaping him up in hopes the to get the “Clover” to turn into a “Sham – Rockhardon” I remember thinking what in the hell am I doing. I remember I had to dance to “I want your sex” by that Wham dude. I remember being embarrassed up there naked dancing in front of all of these people. I also remember being so polluted that I didn’t care. I remember the shower and getting the five one hundred dollar bills. But I had yet to remember where I was or how I got here.
My eyes were now focused and I realized that I was not alone lying here in this strange bed. I turned and looked over. I saw a female, she had long red hair. She was partially covered and her exposed parts led me to believe that she was hot. I propped myself up a bit and squinted as I scanned the room. I saw clothes on the floor. I saw my boxers torn in two hanging from a lamp shade. What in the hell? I saw condom wrappers lying on the floor. “Oh Mike, what have you done” I thought. I went into survival mode and began to plan, a plan to get dressed and get out of here as quickly as I could. I went to get out of bed and she turned around. She was incredible. I felt that I knew her, yet I have no clue as to she is. She said good morning and her breath had a distinct hint of alcohol and semen. I acted cool, like every thing was OK and said good morning. At this point I already had one leg inside of my jeans. “Where you going” she asked. OK, busted! As much as my head throbbed and my mouth tasted like an ashtray, I still had it. “Well, you caught me” I said. I explained to her that I was going to sneak out and go fetch some things so that I could make her a surprise breakfast in bed. She smiled a beautiful smile. I asked her to roll back over, to go back to sleep and pretend that she never saw me sneaking out. I told her I would wake her when her breakfast was ready.
I gathered all of my stuff lying amongst the empty bottles. I couldn’t remember what I had when I got here, so I stuck to the basics and grabbed my wallet and my clothes and bolted for the door, never looking back.
I must have showered for over an hour. I felt so bad, so dirty, so twenty years old again. Next year I will remember to keep the Shamrock in my pants on St. Patrick’s Day.
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