so last night I exceeded my two drink maximum and took off my pants at a party. This is not a new thing, it happens. It's not a big deal to me, especially if I know people and feel like it's not going to be a big drama. Naked is fun. I still had my underwear on (!) so I felt like I was pretty under control.
Two women sidled up on either side of me and bodily lifted me up and took me outside. Seriously? That's how this is going to go? wow.
So they thought I was going to embarrass myself or them or seduce their husbands or some jackassery. I don't actually know. I had three drinks in 3-4 hours. I was not drunk. I was happy, and wanted to be naked. I kind of want to be naked all the time but when it's hot out and I'm happy I really really really want to be naked.
The two ladies went home and I went on my merry mostly naked way. I think I'm going to turn it into some sort of social experiment - see who is uncomfortable, who is happy, who feels guilt... blah blah blah. Interesting to look at people look at you and look at their shoes.
Anyway, I'm 42. I can do whatever the fuck I want. I can suffer my own consequences and I'm ok with that. I have parents already that I don't listen to (thankfully). Don't police me or my underwear. thanks.
Monday, July 14, 2008
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