Blackouts suck, all the good parts are missing.

We got there late. Now that we are so far out from everything we tend to arrive everywhere late. It's ok, I don't mind it. Being late means you get there just when the party is really getting started.

The club is nestled in the old part of town, you know tiny little streets, old brick buildings, dim lighting. I have to pee like a mf and there is a line. Thats what I get for drinking a Monster during the hour long drive. While we wait for the valet to give us our ticket I call my brother to get us in quick. Damn, no answer. When we get closer to the club I see the line is actually just a lot of guys standing around waiting. You can hear the music out here on the sidewalk, it's a wonder the base doesn't shake the mortar loose. While Alex get's the routine patdown I check the crowd for girls that catch my eye. Meah. I do see a few cute girls, but not anyone that really does it for me.

Soon as we make it up the stairs we head straight to the bathroom, and without fail there is already a line for it. By the time I make it out my brother has texted me his location in the club. It's a smallish place. Dominated by booths and tables that require bottle service. My brother's at a table flanking the dance floor and I spot him easily. It's easy when most of the guys at the clubs are short.

He intoduces me to his current girl, and I'm surprised, she's cute with a nice ass. Seems normal too, not like the chicks he usually dates. We head out to the bar and Eddie asks me if I want a shot of 151. He seems to love bragging about how we can drink like fish. Recalling the line for the bathroom I agree to the shot,(gets me buzzed quick, without having to pee every 15 mins) but the fucker orders me a double. Oh well, and after he makes sure that everyone got a wiff, he hands me what amounts to a tumbler of gasoline. I can't help but shudder recalling that bitter taste and the fumes that you exhale after taking it. We toast to god only knows what, the music is too loud to allow me to hear, and my lip reading skills are sub par. I just smile, nod, clink, and then bottoms up. Only this is a double and the fumes don't allow me to take it all at once. I exhale, shudder and finish it off.

A shot of 151 is like a hit of weed. By the time we make it back to the table I've got a little bit of a buzz going. The music is good and I feel the beat and can't help but move to it. There are a couple of girls sitting inbetween our table and somebody elses. Cute girls. Both with long dark hair and short black dresses. One is cutier than the other, but the other has a monroe. I LOVE monroes. I check them out, smile my sly little smile and know the hotter one was checking me out when I was talking to my brothers girl. Alex leans into my ear to tell me that the two girls I spied are the kind of girls that hang out at the tables bumming alcohol. Doesn't matter to me. I'm only interested in the right now, and the right now is only concerned with the physical.

Bottles of Grey Goose arrive and my buzz is still mild so I ask for a vodka cran. I check out the rest of the crowed while sipping my drink and notice that most of the girls have fake boobs. Sitting at a booth by the bar is a girl who looks naked. I point her out to Alex just as her other booth mates make it back. Yep all of them have fake boobs too. It's a bit disappointing. Fake boobs don't do it for me. Partly because I'm afraid of bad boob jobs, and mostly because they didn't like themselves the way they were. There's an almost imperceptible lack of confidence or maybe it's a false sense of confidence. Like a gangbanger acting tougher than he is because he's packing.  You can just feel the fake.

I check out the rest of the club and spot a girl with a dead tree tattoo on her back and arm. I only see her from behind but I make a mental note to check her out next time I head out to the bathroom. I'm still keeping my eye on the hot girl in the black dress and red lips. I notice that she has that caught with her hand in the cookie jar look on her face, and she's trying hard to look without looking to see if I caught her checking me out.

I've finnished off my vodka cran, and feeling good. At this point in the night my buzz is good and I wouldn't be having anything else to drink for at least an hour if at all. But what's this? Here is my brother's girl handing me a shot. Fuck! Dilemma, do I turn it down, isn't that rude?

"What is it?" I ask.

"Patron." she yells back.

Fuck! Oh well, we clink then we drink. Then almost everything else is gone. If I ever saw tattoo girls face I can't remember. I do remember dancing with red lips. I remember the smell of her perfume, and I even remember kissing her. I mostly remember groping her.

I don't remember the two other drinks Alex says I had. I don't remember trying to steal my brothers girl, I don't remember going after the girl with the monroe, and I don't even know who the hell the other girl was. Too bad. From what I hear it was a great night.