All about the single life in Seattle

Friday night my girlfriend, “Stylicious” flew in from my hometown to take care of my beauty needs.  Stylicious is a hard core glamour technician!  She has done my nails, waxed my everything (down to nose hair), cut, bleached, color corrected my hair (I now realize you should never color or cut your own hair), and she has even tattooed my permanent teal blue eye liner on.  Style is the girl that called me at 5am every morning 8 years ago and motivated my fat ass to get to the God damn gym because she was waiting on the treadmill for me (which resulted in over 100 pounds lost).  She’s a cool chick and we’ve been friends for years. 

Her flight was delayed about three hours which threw a curve ball in our plans to go see Green Day but we recovered.  She got off that plane and was ready for a crazy weekend.  We were both starving so we started the evening at Belltown Pizza.  I think that’s a first for me; usually that is an end of the night stop.  We had a slice and few cocktails and caught up on the girl talk.  I can’t believe I hadn’t told Stylicious about the blog yet but she is doing hair all day and not sitting in front of a computer.  She left the planning for the night up to me so you know I wanted to go see my hot masturbating bartender.  She was excited to meet him!  I sent a text message asking if the bar was full…and would he be terribly offended if my girlfriend wanted to see his cock.  He replied “not busy, get over here’.  We paid up at Belltown Pizza and headed out to the hotness.

We arrived and the bar was pretty empty.  Bartender came right over with my Ciroc and asked “should I just whip my cock out right now”.  I love him!  As expected, Stylicious agreed that bartender is hot.  We sipped our vodkas and people watched.  I rarely go out in Belltown on Friday nights…all the kids come out for a show.  It was actually cute to watch; to see the girls in their best hoochie gear and the guys trying to get laid.  It was cute to watch until one drink turned into several….OMG I’m thinking about rehab.  I was really paying the price the next day.  At one point the conversation went from watching a show from bartender to a hand job, to a blow job.  “Hmmm.  So you wanna watch me give him a blow job?” I asked Stylicious.  “Well we both could give him one”.  Holy crap!  I was slightly relieved it was so busy; bartender wasn’t able to pay too much attention.  Stylicious is married and she’s not the friend that signed up for Ashley Madison….”are you sure you’re looking to cheat” I asked.  “What happens in Seattle….” she smiles.  Whoever thought of that little tagline..you are a dirty fuck and we all enjoy you – thank you!

We ended staying at the same bar until closing.  Why leave?  Bunny decided to join us and we were enjoying the attention from some boys…well I think I was enjoying it…it gets a little sketchy.  By the end of the evening we decide to cab to 13 coins for some food to sober up.  Yes, I one of those crazy drunks that had to chat with every table as I made my way to the ladies room.  Apparently the server came back to the table and told Stylicious and Bunny that if I didn’t stop they would kick us out, people were complaining.  They agreed she was the only one complaining.  Don’t hate, 13 coins girl, we could end up being new BFF’s someday!

I got home and passed out.  I woke up around 7:30am to several missed calls and text messages.  Bartender was ready to come over.  Oops!  Now that we were sober and had our thoughts together, S was a little less anxious to cheat.  We headed out to play tourist.  I knew we still had one more night to see bartender or whatever craziness we were looking for.  We had more chance at “what happens in Seattle….”

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