Last Friday, muh honey and I travelled the 80+ miles to Philadelphia to watch muh friend's band play in a little club on South Street. We got there early, settled in at our friend's apartment, met her lovely new beau and went out in the town for some dinner, a live show, and copious amounts of alcoholic beverages.
(Life in the Balance is the band and you can visit their website by clicking on Matt's Band link to the right....)
The dinner with friends was fun. We celebrated Chris' 26th birfday and got ready to head over to the bar to see the band. They were still setting up so we wandered upstairs to get some $2 beers and prepared ourselves to watch the band.
The 10 of us or so were sitting on some couches drinking beers and appletinis (heh heh ...) when a trio of women dressed as slutty Santas walked into the bar. There was some oogling and some grunting... (You can determine which sexes of our group were doing which gerund...) They were followed by some guys dressed as Santa... and then it seemed that withing 1 minute, the entire upstairs was FULL of Santas... slutty or rotund or both!
WE made our way through the literally hundreds of Santas as we heard Matt's band start to play. It took almost an entire song, but we were able to finally beat back the Santas and get close enough to the stage...It was a struggle as the entire downstairs was also covered in wall to wall Santas. These Santas were merry buggers with lots of drinks in their hands and in their bellies. Even though there were a lot of them and they were annoying at times, they were esentially all just having harmless fun.
We watched the show... with screaming Santas... it was a memorable experience and we learned that the bar was a stop on the "Running of the Santas." They were on a pub crawl....When the band's set was over... we decided to leave the Santas and head out to a new bar that was much quieter and a place where we could all sit and talk. We found that place a block and a half away.
For an hour or so, we bonded, drank some beer, and just enjoyed each other's company. It was a great night... but then it got funnier.
A group of misfit looking folks walked in. Some of them were wearing signs while others were just hopeless looking. A few of them sat at the table next to ours... and after a few minutes, I had to know what this group was about. I struck up a conversation with the group. There were some of the most pleasant people I had ever met randomly in a bar. After a few minutes, I asked the woman next to me what was up... saying something to the effect of... "So... we have seen a gang of Santas wearing signs and stickers... what group are you guys?"
She pleasantly looked at me... and slyly said... "We are the BDS&M group. We had a party planned down the street but it got cancelled... because of spanking."
I was smart enough to figure out what BDS&M stood for at this point... but I asked anyway... "Bondage, Domination Sadism & Masochism" Group.
This is where Rutgers did me some good. I didn't even flnch at it... I don't care what they do... as long as it doesn't hurt me at all... but we continued to chat and made some fun temporary bar friends.
They were certainly an interesting cap to the evening.... an evening of slutty Santas and Spanking Recluses.
Good times were had by all....
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I'd like to echo the Smelmooo's sentiments about the evening, which was simply fabulous.
I'd also like to mention that Smelmooo has posted photos of the evening on his photo site for all to enjoy. My favorites include the ass shot of a particularly attractive Santa slut, as well as the ass shot of the waitress at the last bar of the evening ("Our waitress just smells so good!!" --TM the Smelmooo).
Big thumbs up to Life in the Balance and to Jenni's beau, and happy birthday to Chris.
--yh
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