Not wanting to stick around here for New Year's eve, D and C and myself huddled into the Lancer and headed for DC to celebrate Capitol style. On the way, we ran into a snow storm - of course - and because it's not very easy to drive in snow storms, we took a rest stop. The cold should have been indicative of what we were in store for in DC.
We eventually got there and C was very proud haven driven through a strange city. We checked into a hotel that looked like a suite on the website but in reality was a hotel room. Just a hotel room. We showered, changed and headed out. Then it hit us.
BAM! The cold that was colder than a polar bear's bum. It was so cold that C even offered a policeman sex if he would drive us to the club we were going to.
We ended up catching a cab and I noticed C didn't offer our Ethiopian driver sex. Hmmmm.
Anyway, good time had by all but not a cold I'd like to experience again any time soon. I was walking like a skeleton because the cold made my jeans so cold.
Brrrrrr.
3 comments:
The Ethiopian wasn't my type. And sex in below 32 degrees is bad for my health.
lol too funny :-) u have something against africans? C?
Well since you asked, dirty cab drivers don't really do that much for me in ANY way :P
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