Special Holiday Only for Me


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We heard Tengo sed Cantina had mojitos on special, so we left Maker's Mark and pushed our way in.

It was incredibly crowded but Casey managed to get us some mojitos. They weren't the best I've ever had, but they were refreshing.

We pushed our way back so we could watch the drunk girls get up and dance on the stripper poles we had dined beside the day before. It was pretty funny, especially since one chick had absolutely no rhythm.

I moved my foot and ended up tripping a guy walking behind me. I turned to apologize but he beat me to it.

He grabbed a big ol' handful of my butt and said "Sorry honey."

I was grossed out, because I hate being called honey and the dude was old!

Then I thought about it. He probably wasn't all that much older than me. In this place, I was old. But still, he called me honey.

We decided to go back to the hotel bar so we could sit and actually hear conversation. We made it back just in time for last call

We were surprised. It was only like ten-thirty. We ended up walking again and found a Tanner's in the Quality Hill district.

AFter what happened the last time we went to Tanner's together, we were a little scared, but we wanted to stay close to the hotel.

Our waitress freaked me out. She always had this condescending look on her face. I felt as I was ordering a drink, she would say "No problem!" but was thinking Are you sure about that?

We hung out for awhile and then decided to call it a night. It was raining, so Casey waved a cab down. The driver rushed to grab a book off the passenger seat.

Casey started asking the driver about school and what classes he was taking. I felt stupid. I realized the book the driver had been trying to move was a textbook.

At first glance, I thought it was porn.

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