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Saturday evening consisted of all of Aventura deciding to have parties. Something I normally try to avoid however this evening Jewel convinced me to circulate the neighborhood festivites w/ her and company. We began at Josh's house were I met up W/ Justin who was home from Penn State. That was extremly pleasurable and had I been smart I wouldve stuck near his side for the evening. Instead Jewel and I, along w/ 2 other carloads of fresh-faced girls decided to make the rounds. Upon departure however, we drank a toast or two or hell it might of even been 3, to youth and options and of course our newest discovery, Raspberry Smirnoff. Next thing I know Im in the back of some new bmw staring at the backs of bleach blonde heads and feeling my memory and hearing become 1 w/ nelly, "Hey, it must be the money." Finally we arrive and unload like an entourage of eager egos at some kids house and party part 2 begins. Typical party, so typical no details are needed. Supposedly the kids father is an orhtodox rabbi who was out of town doing some good. As the evening progressed and I was starved for beneficial communication my cell rings and its the magic man, Isaac. I tell him of my whereabouts and he agrees to come and salvage me from libido overloads and an all too Pop-Culture.
He arrives, I get in the car and we drive. A total of about 5 minutes from departure for the first time ever I feel nauseas from alcohol. He pulls over and realizes, Im not going home. He brings me to his house which is empty due to his parents holiday in Canada and his brothers latest film production. For once its Isaac and I alone in a house so untouched, so undisturbed that it offered so much privacy that is was unnerving. As soon as we arrived he brought me a glass of San Pelligrino and insisted I drink the whole bloody glass, something I thank him for now but at the time I wouldve prefered throwing the whole drink in his face. After 15 minutes of this I decided that the distance that his month in L A, and my new-found interest in other boysleft us w/ was too familiar to all of a sudden be on a level were I was laying in his lap unaware of my mind, weight, or intoxicity. My cell rings now for about the 3rd time and i decided I will tell whomever it is to come and pick me up. Instead Issy answers and tells the other line Im not feeling well. Then he shuts the phone off and proceeds to escort me to bed.
It had been a good month since I'd been here yet nothing had changed except the sheets, an iridescent lavendar if I remember correctly, obviosly nothing Isaac picked out.
So I immediatly collapse on the bed and instead of taking up his offer of p.js I cuddle myself in the sheets fully dressed in my party attire. This is where the night begins to hide from my memory. One minute light was on w/ AIR playing and Isaac sitting, staring and waiting for either me to vomit all over myself or for me to pass out. The latter of the two happened. I guess a couple hours into my alchohol induced sleep I awaken and start back up w/ my "Do you want to hear a funny story" ramblings. Thats when magic man begins with magic fingers. What girl can resist a massage, not I. Now the question is, what guy can gove a ,massage so intense so full of a repressed passion that it could bring a gal so close to the big O? The massage I was given by him was so incredible and abnormal and S & M enriched that I woke the next morning w/ bruises and a neck so sore that I had to pop advil randomly throughout the day. This might sound like the hands on session was a bad thing but trust me, it was one of the most enjoyable nights Ive spent w/ the guy. That night I swore he was a Kama Sutra Scholar.
The next morning I woke alone in bed unsure of where I was or where the magic hand man was for that matter. Not too long into wondering he walks in w/ tylenol and yet more San Pellagrino. It was 10 o' clock which meant we would have the next 2 hours together before my 12 o'clock work schedule. Two whole hours of either Isaac reminding me of how drunk I was or of me telling him how thankful I was. Instead I began feeling as guilty as a jew could. Several times I begun to tell him of the new or newer boys that had stolen daydreams while he was away but, each time I stopped. This mainly took up the 2 hours. That and of course my funny stories and our venture to einsteins.
After recieving my morning coffee some 2 hours late I was ready to say goodbye. I was ready to get back to nina world minus Isaac. I was ready to begin my hang over I was ready to tell the story and give the explanation to friends of why I left the party and them to sleep again at Isaacs house. So friends and fans, Party ers I left behind, that is my story.
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