To fully appreciate what I’m about to tell you I must ask you all to travel back – back to a
time when Brittany Spears was teaching us all in true schoolgirl fashion to just hit it baby
one more time. It was a Halloween house party, and hitting it baby one more time was just
what we all had planned on doing.
The guests start to arrive shortly after dark, and the house fills almost as quickly as
the cooler. As usual the girls group together and start mixing drinks. Tonight we
had mixed pitchers of long island ice tea and margaritas; that should get us started.
It’s a kind of ritual with the girls in this group to mix drinks to sip on all night in addition to doing shots of Tequila. This night would be no exception.
Now that we all have our iced girly drinks in hand it’s time to start doing shots. While the girls were playing with
tequila, the boys had their own fully stocked cooler and mini bar in the garage area
where the pool table lived. You can imagine they were having about as much fun as
a hand full of grown ass men thrown into a man cave could have. At least that’s what
I’m not sure exactly how many shots of tequila it took for us to think this was a good
idea, and I can’t remember to this day who suggested it. I can only remember the
glorious green bottle emerging from the freezer and the label reading Jagermeister.
The five of us took our usual shot positions, but this time was different. We forgot the
glasses. We passed that glorious green bottle, allowing the warm spicy liquid to drip
down our throats over and over until it was no more. “Yager has left the building” one
sweet little voice said as she gracefully tipped the bottle over after draining it of its final
It took only a few minutes for all that we had just done to hit our dainty little systems
and our drunken ears thought they heard music. When really drunk girls hear music
they must dance, and let’s face it; really drunk is just what we had become. We all
start to dance moving and gyrating around one another but it just doesn’t feel right.
When you’re really drunk you almost need an audience, so away we go to find one.
We crashed the pool game right in two and jumped up on top of the pool table – all
of us. Pool tables don’t make very big dance floors. When you have several ladies
dancing on one they all have to hold onto each other and rub up against one another
for safety purposes or something like that. You end up having one leg between legs
between two more legs with two hands rubbing and grabbing on hips and butts. It’s
just one big mess. We were only three songs in when I had dollar bills hanging from
my jeans. My sister-in-law and I had locked legs, and I think my brother liked it. And the
token gay friend was making out with the drunkest of all the girls while laying down on
the pool table underneath it all.
All in all I guess you could say it was one hell of a party – and yeah we crashed there.