Y2 D11

I am so going to hell for this one... it was a shameless use of charm...

Woke up this morning in a different hotel than mine, a Jerobaum champagne bottle, empty of course, the wine list from Cowboy Ciao, and... well... use your imagination. No, I didn't do what you think I did. I am not going to say I didn't think about it, but I didn't. Never forget, I am the nice fucking guy...

I checked into the hotel somewhere around 2am because I knew driving would not be a good idea. That was after the Jerobaum, two bottles of Moet, a dozen Campari and sodas...

I am still piecing together most of the night, but I know there were at least a half dozen women who used my name to get behind the velvet ropes at the party last night. I was on a white leather couch poolside behind my own velvet ropes.

The morning? Uneventful. Ran around checking out different areas, explored Arizona, bitched to everyone and anyone about it being 109 degrees. Yeah, 109. What the fuck is up with that??

Got ready and headed over to the restaurant to prep for the party. Ended up chatting up these five (FIVE) women. It was at that point I decided to open the Jerobaum. It was inexpensive, but so much fun to have on the counter in a tub. We went through that (which is four bottles worth by the way), and then I piled them all into cabs and we went to the party. I had to on my arm and three more behind me when I got there. Three of them were married by the way. It was all about looks. I looked like somebody. We got to the velvet rope and there was my name on the list and oh look, there was my seating area. Oh yeah. I ordered two bottles of Moet for the group which was served with sparklers no less. That's when the fun started. The bank refused my card. I was freaked. Turns out it was a fraud hold. Fine. Don't fucking embarrass me like that. Got it resolved. At that point I started walking the party. Checking out everything and everyone. My buddy who was painting I ended up hanging with him and the model for a while. I could tell I was starting to slur and trip so I headed back to my seating area. By around 1 or so everyone had bailed except me. I was all alone in my seating area. I saw this couple walk by and I was like "Hey, you two. Sit down". I could tell they were trying to figure out where to sit but didn't know. She didn't look comfortable with him either. Looked like a bad scene which is why I got involved. Half an hour later, he is walking away pissed, she is sitting next to me.

There you have it. Nice guy that I am. So fuck you. Don't think I did what you think I did. I got her out of a bad situation. She was happy. She was also drunk. THAT'S why she was there in the morning. I slept on the fucking floor. Happy? She was drunk, I was drunk, and I was a nice guy. Nothing more nothing less. What did I get out of it? A hug. A kiss. Yeah, that's it. I felt like a big man walking out of the hotel this morning, but...

Come on. Do you really think I am that big of a dickhead? Seriously.

Anyway, it was a fun night. I bought the painting my buddy did. Him and I will figure out this week how to get it to me. I am hanging it right on the wall in my front room as a reminder of the night. He told me that he normally sells them on the spot for $3000 - $5000. He gave it to me for $800. Yep. Nice. I talked to N1 last night too while at the party. She loved that I was having a good time and that I was not planning on driving. She was at a friend's place drinking tequila around midnight so we both were having our fun. That made me feel less guilty about being a playboy. Funny though, I told her about the woman using my name to get in. She said she loved it that I was having fun being the "player". Me too.

I just got back to my normal hotel. I need sleep. Bad. My back is killing me from sleeping on the floor.