A post about CA. Not that long. It doesn't even mention that much butt sex.
So I went to CA for my annual 'bunch of guys get together and party' shit. Traditionally this is celebrated by drama, stress, and depressing self evaluation. This trip -- was awesome.
It's hard to give details that don't sound boring. It was mostly drinking. A few relationships cemented, a few new ones started. A lot of hilarious inhibition-free awkward conversations with strangers. A few birthday girls whom I didn't know even while spanking them or doing shots. Ending it off with some drunken breaking and entering sex four hours before my flight. It was a fucking blast.
All drama was quickly analyzed and immediately side-stepped or avoided. Which was a wonderful tactic. The only drama I had actually originated from OUTSIDE of CA, which I thought was funny -- and also, side-stepped.
There was a few people I wished I had seen more of, and there was a lot of people who didn't make it, who should have. Also, more people remember me than I realize, apparently. I got a lot of "Yeah, we've met" or "Yeah, I've heard of you" which was weird. Also, it was probably negative. I still don't really care. Not a lot of sex, either, honestly. In the grand scheme of things.