Well I made it back home from Brad and Sarah's Wedding on Singer Island, FL. I'm going to just go wild with this entry and talk about all the wild stuff that happened.
By the way, AMTRAK sucks!!!!! I took the train down there and it was the roughest ride I have ever experienced. You'd think that being on smooth metal tracks would warrant a smooth trip, yeah right!!!!
The first night we went to Platinum Showgirls strip club and we got raped by the fucking manager there. She took $500 off me all I got was an incredible hard-on from Amber, the 20 year old stripper.
I made it to my hotel, the Crowne Plaza Singer Island, and my room was amazing. I got settled in, hit the beach for a couple hours, then made it down for the rehearsal and dinner. My dinner was awesome, I had Chicken Alfredo and chocolate cake. Across from me, sat a charming young woman named Natalie. She was a bridesmaid and I was a groomsman. She was pretty cool, and as things progressed she became a little flirty. She would give me a lot of eye contact and then look away then look back again and smile then look away. She did this all the while we sat near each other. In my head, I'm dancing a jig, I'm walking on air. Then I get to meet her boyfriend of one month.
The ceremony was beautiful and everything worked out as planned. All the bridesmaids were absolutely stunning in their dresses and, of course, yours truly looked exceptionally good in his tux. After the ceremony, around midnight, we decided that it would be cool to go for a dip in the Atlantic. Swimming at night while drunk, that could only mean one thing...chicks getting naked!!!! One girl I knew from college, was fully nude and I saw everything. I waited four years to see her uncovered and to think, all it took were several drinks from the bar. Guess who else showed up? Natalie and her boyfriend.
Natalie was sporting a nice set of boobies. Her boyfriend was in one of his moods and he was all pissy, so he left her standing on the beach without a shirt on. I went up and talked to her again and she proceeded to tell me how conservative she was just as her hands went up in the air and her breasts became acquainted with the midnight air.
Well by the end of the night, her boyfriend was so pissed he left her standing alone outside without any pants on and just a soaking wet t-shirt. He's such a douchebag. The way he treated her was just fucked up. But she made excuses for him and in her mind, everything was ok.
I finally left from the West Palm Beach train station and I began to cry because I realized that I had fallen in love with her. I don't know if she felt the same way, but I would love to talk to her again and tell her what's up. I hope this isn't just infatuation, but love. I never went there expecting to meet anyone but I did and somehow I felt something between us. If I do get to talk with her again, hopefully, it'll be a warm reception. Well I'm rambling now, time to end.