My fingers feel good…

My girlfriend was sick and in bed all day Saturday (new year’s eve). Bratty girl that I am, I went to my party stag. Hell, I had already put my hair in curls and done myself up rockabilly style, as per the party theme, and that wasn’t going to be for nothing. Plus I had been asked sweetly by the host to tend bar and I love walking into a well-stocked bar and having at it.

It was a small gathering of friends, old and new. Among the new, a handsome, tough, greaser boy. I would say he caught my eye. What is it about the simple, classic uniform–white t-shirt, jeans rolled at the cuff, clean-shaven but with sideburns and hair a little wild…? It’s just hot. There is also something slightly feminine about the greaser look and I love a hint of androgyny in my boys and my girls.

There was a movie screened in the early part of the evening, some art film. I lost interest after awhile and went and masturbated in the bathroom. I was thinking about that greaser boy, and all the nasty things I could do to him. That gave me a mellow buzz for the rest of the night. We socialized, I flirted, and I think for once I was not innappropriate. And that’s too bad!

I invented a tasty, sweet drink. Let’s call it Engine Oil, in honor of that sweet greaser boy, and because the blueberry juice makes it black like gasoline.

Engine Oil
1 part apricot brandy
1 part vodka
fill glass 3/4 with blueberry juice
top with ginger ale or club soda
Don’t forget the garnish!

Enjoy…