White Party Part II
While Johnny was off playing the meat in a very hot sandwich, I decided to spend Saturday night at Hunter’s - the local dance haunt. I met up with some old, old friends and had a smashing time while still managing to get a full night of rest back at my hotel.
Sunday morning was just as glorious as Saturday. After a very large breakfast, Johnny called to make our plans for the day. I was not in the mood for another pool party. To be honest, I was having a great time relaxing on my deck and listening to music all on my own. We decided to meet at the hotel and perhaps grab a bite to eat. Well, Mr. Hazzard was not paying attention to his phone and missed my text messages. I had been sitting in the lobby for thirty minutes waiting for him to show and was starting to get looks. Fine, I coughed up the dough and met Johnny at the predetermined location by the pool. Even though the Sunday pool parties are notoriously tame for obvious reasons, I didn’t mind one bit as I was able to lean back and enjoy the view of Johnny’s rockin’ ass in ultra small shorts!
We didn’t stay for long. We were both feeling rather peckish and had things to do before the big party. Like… laundry and giving food to the poor…
No, I am not an albino. Johnny tans very easily. He could get color from a photocopier and I wear SPF 900 sunscreen.
Johnny and I rode to the Tea Dance together. As expected, he had the inside on some major parking. We were closer to the event than most of the staff. Anyway, we ran into some friends almost immediately and took to the dance floor.
I wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, but Johnny refused for one reason or another. I’ll have to ask about that later. When we took a break from dancing Johnny sweet talked someone important into giving me a wristband for the VIP area. Seriously, that boy can make just about anything happen. He’s a little spoiled that way. I don’t mind. The remainder of this story played out in the VIP area where we watched the party deteriorate from a distance. More to come soon!
