badboybrian
Bluelight Crew
Ecstacy - 1st time (Jan 2000) - Late Bloomin' Hillarious Story
Just wanted to share my story. Hope you find it interesting and hillarious. This occured on a Friday night in mid-january.
950pm - I just got done eating a phat ass grande burrito from Super Taqueria. My two roommates and I are picking up our 4th roommate from his work. Afterwards, we head to San Francisco.
1030pm - Halfway up to the city, my roommate Gary hands me a pressed pill (i dont exactly remember the details of the pill) and tells me to take it with water. He's been in the scene for a while, so he goes over the basics. What to do, what not to do, etc. Gary and I are the only ones that drop.
11pm - We get to 1015 Folsom (Club Release) in SF. We meet up with another car full of my other roommate's friends. So yeah, about 8-9 people, and all guys.
1115pm - We get to the front of the line. The bouncer says we cant come in. "You got too many guys!" WTF. I look over to the right and see one of our guys giving money to the guestlist bouncer (i dont remember how much). The guestlist bouncer let's him and his entire carload in.
Now, its just us 4 again trying to get in. We try again, but still "Too many guys!" I look over to Gary. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair. I ask him if he's okay. He's all, "Hell yeah I'm okay." I tell him i dont feel anything. I ask him what am I supposed to be feeling. He's like, "No worries, it will come. Just let it."
So anyway, our group of 4 split up. Me and Gary pick up on these two chicks in line. We ask them if we can try to come in with them. They agreed. The other 2 roommates are a few feet behind us. Gary and I talk to them as we inch our way closer to the front. Turns out, they dropped as well around the same time as us. Okay, here's some divine irony. We get to the front. The chicks cant get in. They are under 21 with fake IDs and they get caught. Ain't that some shit?!?!
Midnight - The two chicks are pissed, us 4 are pissed, everyone is trying to decide what to do. I opt that we hit up Club X which is a couple blocks away. I have a friend that works there and can get us in. Its an 18+ club, but its better than nothing. Everyone agrees, so us 6 begin walking. By the way, I still havent felt anything yet. I ask Gary whats up, he's already lookin kinda drunkish. He tells me again, "No worries, it will come."
1220am - We are inside. I kinda break off from everyone to hang out with my friend. I see Gary and the 2 girls go off somewhere. The other two roommates hit the bar. Everyone is having a good time. Im dancing away, cause I love to dance. Meet up with everyone every so often. Hours go by. Still nothing for me. I see Gary on the dancefloor with one of the chicks we met, both rollin', makin out, etc etc. Me? Still feeling normal. Bleh!
(if you guys are wondering why i havent felt anything...remember that big ass burrito i ate before i left. yep! hehe.)
3am - Club X closes. We all leave the club. Gary and the 2 chicks are still rollin balls. Must have been good shit that we all had. How come I'm not a part of it? Im gettin really irritated.
Anyway, no one wants to leave yet. Gary opts that we go back to the direction of 1015 and hit up this club called The End Up, an after after hours club. So we walk back. On the walk back, the other chick asks me whats up and why im not feelin. I tell her I have no idea and that its my first time. She tells me that she'll help blow me up, once my e hits, which still it hasnt.
3:20am - Us 4 are in line at The End Up. My other roommates call his friends at 1015 and tell them to meet us at The End Up. So, all 10-11 of us are at the door, in line. The bouncer comes outside and yells out, "Okay! Everyone in a straight line! Cover is $10! This is a gay club!" Immediately, the other carload of ppl were like, "FUCK THIS!" Assuming their homophobia, they take off back to 1015 (they were stamped). Us 6 still are in line. I can see the nervous looks on the other 2 roommates faces. Gary and I and the 2 chicks were cool.
335am - Us 6 are inside. The other 2 roommates go straight to the bar. Gary, the 2 chicks, and I walk to the other end of the club...passing madd amounts of half naked men. We sit by the indoor fireplace. Now I'm completely pissed. Im like, "Gary...Whats up with this stuff?!?" He's rollin shit balls and gives me the same response, "No worries."
Anyway, we are all talking. Gary and the other chick make out and stuff. Im like, um, yeah w00 h00. Anyway, the chick i was with asked me to massage her. So yeah, I do it. Gary tells me to massage her foot. Yeah, I do that. Interestingly, the expression on her face shows she is enjoying it deeply.
420am - After exchanges in massages and dancing and talking and everything, something finally happened. My back is toward the chick i was chillin with. She massages me like she has been, only, it felt different. Weird, but good. Wayy tingly. Honestly, it felt like climaxing to orgasm. OMG! I couldnt believe how good a back massage would feel. I turn and look to Gary. I'm like, "OMG! OMG!" He smiles and nods to me. He cant really do much else cause he was coming down and coming down hard. The other two chicks were doin the same. But me, OMG! hahaha, i was on top of the world...by myself.
So as she continues to massage me, I get a tap on my shoulder. I look up and its my other two roommates, furious. "Brian, we fuckin leavin! Fuck this shit! You coming or what!?!" I guess the homophobia over came them too. Rollin balls and not in any state of mind to make decisions. I just wave them off. So they leave...with our transportation back to San Jose. Gary says, "Where are they going?" Im like not sayin anything, the sensations are feeling so good that I cant even talk.
5am - The other 2 roommates have long gone. Gary and the 2 chicks are cracked out. Im still ancy and energetic. Us 4 decide to leave the club. The sun is creeping its way up. We walk the chicks to their car. For some reason, we declined their offer to give us a ride. I think it had to do with them living in Berkeley and that was the opposite direction from San Jose. So yeah, 5am and stranded in San Francisco. Gary and I decide to hotfoot it over to the CalTrain station, which was madd amounts of miles away. We take off and Im still rollin. Heh.
6am - We get to the station and buy our tickets. First train doesnt leave til 7am. We sit in the lobby. My eyes wide open. Gary's eyes almost closed, he's ready to knock out. Not me. So...we wait.
715am - We are already on the train back to San Jose. We're pretty much the only ones there...cracked out. Sitting there, reminiscing about our recent adventure. Smiling. Looking at each other. Not really talking, but knowing what each other is thinking...and that is how much fun we had.
720am - Gary tugs my arm. Im like, "what!?!" He goes, "SHHHH!" We both quiet down....and listen. We can hear the train hitting the tracks. The sound of the clanking was repetitive. Slowly...we start to bob our heads. Looking at each other, we have huge smiles on our faces. We continue our trip back to San Jose, listening to the music that is the train we're riding.
Just wanted to share my story. Hope you find it interesting and hillarious. This occured on a Friday night in mid-january.
950pm - I just got done eating a phat ass grande burrito from Super Taqueria. My two roommates and I are picking up our 4th roommate from his work. Afterwards, we head to San Francisco.
1030pm - Halfway up to the city, my roommate Gary hands me a pressed pill (i dont exactly remember the details of the pill) and tells me to take it with water. He's been in the scene for a while, so he goes over the basics. What to do, what not to do, etc. Gary and I are the only ones that drop.
11pm - We get to 1015 Folsom (Club Release) in SF. We meet up with another car full of my other roommate's friends. So yeah, about 8-9 people, and all guys.
1115pm - We get to the front of the line. The bouncer says we cant come in. "You got too many guys!" WTF. I look over to the right and see one of our guys giving money to the guestlist bouncer (i dont remember how much). The guestlist bouncer let's him and his entire carload in.
Now, its just us 4 again trying to get in. We try again, but still "Too many guys!" I look over to Gary. He takes a deep breath and runs his hand through his hair. I ask him if he's okay. He's all, "Hell yeah I'm okay." I tell him i dont feel anything. I ask him what am I supposed to be feeling. He's like, "No worries, it will come. Just let it."
So anyway, our group of 4 split up. Me and Gary pick up on these two chicks in line. We ask them if we can try to come in with them. They agreed. The other 2 roommates are a few feet behind us. Gary and I talk to them as we inch our way closer to the front. Turns out, they dropped as well around the same time as us. Okay, here's some divine irony. We get to the front. The chicks cant get in. They are under 21 with fake IDs and they get caught. Ain't that some shit?!?!
Midnight - The two chicks are pissed, us 4 are pissed, everyone is trying to decide what to do. I opt that we hit up Club X which is a couple blocks away. I have a friend that works there and can get us in. Its an 18+ club, but its better than nothing. Everyone agrees, so us 6 begin walking. By the way, I still havent felt anything yet. I ask Gary whats up, he's already lookin kinda drunkish. He tells me again, "No worries, it will come."
1220am - We are inside. I kinda break off from everyone to hang out with my friend. I see Gary and the 2 girls go off somewhere. The other two roommates hit the bar. Everyone is having a good time. Im dancing away, cause I love to dance. Meet up with everyone every so often. Hours go by. Still nothing for me. I see Gary on the dancefloor with one of the chicks we met, both rollin', makin out, etc etc. Me? Still feeling normal. Bleh!
(if you guys are wondering why i havent felt anything...remember that big ass burrito i ate before i left. yep! hehe.)
3am - Club X closes. We all leave the club. Gary and the 2 chicks are still rollin balls. Must have been good shit that we all had. How come I'm not a part of it? Im gettin really irritated.
Anyway, no one wants to leave yet. Gary opts that we go back to the direction of 1015 and hit up this club called The End Up, an after after hours club. So we walk back. On the walk back, the other chick asks me whats up and why im not feelin. I tell her I have no idea and that its my first time. She tells me that she'll help blow me up, once my e hits, which still it hasnt.
3:20am - Us 4 are in line at The End Up. My other roommates call his friends at 1015 and tell them to meet us at The End Up. So, all 10-11 of us are at the door, in line. The bouncer comes outside and yells out, "Okay! Everyone in a straight line! Cover is $10! This is a gay club!" Immediately, the other carload of ppl were like, "FUCK THIS!" Assuming their homophobia, they take off back to 1015 (they were stamped). Us 6 still are in line. I can see the nervous looks on the other 2 roommates faces. Gary and I and the 2 chicks were cool.
335am - Us 6 are inside. The other 2 roommates go straight to the bar. Gary, the 2 chicks, and I walk to the other end of the club...passing madd amounts of half naked men. We sit by the indoor fireplace. Now I'm completely pissed. Im like, "Gary...Whats up with this stuff?!?" He's rollin shit balls and gives me the same response, "No worries."
Anyway, we are all talking. Gary and the other chick make out and stuff. Im like, um, yeah w00 h00. Anyway, the chick i was with asked me to massage her. So yeah, I do it. Gary tells me to massage her foot. Yeah, I do that. Interestingly, the expression on her face shows she is enjoying it deeply.
420am - After exchanges in massages and dancing and talking and everything, something finally happened. My back is toward the chick i was chillin with. She massages me like she has been, only, it felt different. Weird, but good. Wayy tingly. Honestly, it felt like climaxing to orgasm. OMG! I couldnt believe how good a back massage would feel. I turn and look to Gary. I'm like, "OMG! OMG!" He smiles and nods to me. He cant really do much else cause he was coming down and coming down hard. The other two chicks were doin the same. But me, OMG! hahaha, i was on top of the world...by myself.
So as she continues to massage me, I get a tap on my shoulder. I look up and its my other two roommates, furious. "Brian, we fuckin leavin! Fuck this shit! You coming or what!?!" I guess the homophobia over came them too. Rollin balls and not in any state of mind to make decisions. I just wave them off. So they leave...with our transportation back to San Jose. Gary says, "Where are they going?" Im like not sayin anything, the sensations are feeling so good that I cant even talk.
5am - The other 2 roommates have long gone. Gary and the 2 chicks are cracked out. Im still ancy and energetic. Us 4 decide to leave the club. The sun is creeping its way up. We walk the chicks to their car. For some reason, we declined their offer to give us a ride. I think it had to do with them living in Berkeley and that was the opposite direction from San Jose. So yeah, 5am and stranded in San Francisco. Gary and I decide to hotfoot it over to the CalTrain station, which was madd amounts of miles away. We take off and Im still rollin. Heh.
6am - We get to the station and buy our tickets. First train doesnt leave til 7am. We sit in the lobby. My eyes wide open. Gary's eyes almost closed, he's ready to knock out. Not me. So...we wait.
715am - We are already on the train back to San Jose. We're pretty much the only ones there...cracked out. Sitting there, reminiscing about our recent adventure. Smiling. Looking at each other. Not really talking, but knowing what each other is thinking...and that is how much fun we had.
720am - Gary tugs my arm. Im like, "what!?!" He goes, "SHHHH!" We both quiet down....and listen. We can hear the train hitting the tracks. The sound of the clanking was repetitive. Slowly...we start to bob our heads. Looking at each other, we have huge smiles on our faces. We continue our trip back to San Jose, listening to the music that is the train we're riding.
it was way back in Jan. '98. All I remember is thinking that the carpet was clouds... it was really that soft to me. And I remember my friend making me listen to "Fluffy Little Clouds" by Orb, and thinking I was in that song. heh.. too bad shit like that doesn't happen anymore, oh wait it did.. only 4 years worth of pills and many, many brain cells ago!! HAHA!!