Ménage à trois & Mardi Gras.

Busy. As usual. But I don’t need to write about it. Delineating my woes and weariness won’t improve my condition. Nor will it inspire my spirits or release the tension. It will exacerbate my tolerance, however, making it harder to endure.
ok I’ll stop now.

So. Brief update. Life has been busy. shoot. I said it. Its unavoidable. My mind is a flurry. My ADHD, or however you’d like to describe my desultory behaviors, has increased in severity. If one followed me for a day, they’d think I was a manic the way I switch tasks every 30 sec-5 min. Going from homework, to emails, to studying something else, to organizing this, to food, to cleaning, etc. I seriously need to get a handle on it. It all makes me dizzy… and inefficient. And I cannot afford inefficiency in my life.

Anyway.
I went to Mardi Gras. Anyone who hasn’t been there should go. its outrageous. So many parades… bars. Drinking. Debauchery. I had a threesome-ish. Borderline fivesome. Not sure how I feel about that. A few years ago I woulda felt guilty… probably wouldn’t have even went through with it. At this point in my life I have this mentality that involves working hard, making sacrifices now for rewards later, while allowing pleasurable indulgences whenever you can afford it. The catch is that these pleasures should not interfere or hinder your progress. That means, drugs are usually not a good idea. Ever, really. Unless in scintilla doses or on the rarest occasion. Partying for me is all good as long as its not habitual, or if it is, it does not violate progress. (Apart of progress is having respectable goals. High lofty and challenging. Something that requires you to dig and become something greater. Anything less is a complete disrespect for yourself)

Now, the sexual aspect. I was raised with Christian morals. Abstinence, etc, were sacred ideals. Early on I never jived with that. My parents went about it the wrong way: "Sex is bad" "Partying is bad" etc. Then I started growing up and I realized that this was false… and not only wasn’t it ‘bad’ but it felt good. I obviously went overboard and had to understand principle of moderation. Anyway… sex. Morality. Long story short I realized that we were the arbiters of our own morality. There may be principles, and in fact I believe there are, but there is no super natural being arbitrating these morals and passing out sentences and rewards, especially eternal ones.

Anyway. I was on Bourbon St at Patty O’s. Met a girl. Real cute. Went to vandy. Started talking. I was inebriated. I remember getting her number. Don’t remember much for a few hours… I think she left and I stumbled around with friends in celebration. Round 9 or 10 ish we get in touch. Somehow meet up. Hang out all night at Patty O’s with some friends. Start hooking up. Her friends sit down. These two girls start hooking up. I’m asked if I’m down for a orgy. I, with gentlemanly reservation, reply that I might be interested in such a thing. After all, these girls were cute… I think. At least one was. Next thing I know the girls are hooking up, I’m hooking up, three way kisses are ensuing. After that, not sure what happened. I must’ve blacked out again. I remember being by myself and randomly finding this girl again. I expressed my desire for coitus. So we briskly walked back to her hotel, fighting the harsh wind and brutal cold. We arrived in her hotel room and I immediately began to disrobe, unveiling my resplendent naked physique. I’m not sure how long we were going at it but amidst the whirl of sexual passion, a piqued voice in the adjacent bed asked "What do you think you’re doing?" I turned my attention to the face protruding from the blankets and casually replied "Having sex. Come join" and continued with my sex magic. Without a moments hesitation, this girl leaped onto our bed and was staring up at me with eagerness in her eyes.

For obvious reasons, my maneuvers didn’t waver in the slightest and I resolutely continued my offensive, stripping their clothes off in what seemed like a single sweeping motion. As we continued groping and kissing and rubbing each other, a band of three strangers walked in the room. I could barely recall their reaction but I remember replying with the same casual indifference that we were having sex, and that they should join. Too preoccupied with the two ladies in my bed, I recall hearing joyous excitement and seeing more naked women in the background. A male was also with them. I was not interested in seeing him there, but my five second assessment was that he was not threat, and seeing how I was already invested there was nothing to worry about. Another naked girl jumps onto the bed. The girl on top of me begins making out with her, then gestures to us. We begin making out.

I’m not sure how long it lasted but lots of carnal knowledge ensued. At one point I hear from across the room that one of the girls that came in later just threw up. Then I hear from the other one that she ruined it. The guy is doing his best to get something goin on with these girls, but it was too late. Annoyed, they tell him to leave. He stumbles around the room for about 15 minutes looking for clothes before giving up and going back to the bed where the girls were fast asleep. Meanwhile, our bed maintained a steady level of energy until a mutual blanket of satisfaction swept over us and we slipped under the covers to sleep.

The next morning I was gleefully surprised that it wasn’t a dream. Then I began wishing it was because I couldn’t have that every day for the rest of my life. Oh well. Two naked bodies were nuzzled on either side of my body, cradled in my arms. The girls were up early. Music and chatty recollections of the past nights festivities and all its hilarity filled the room. I was shy. I met them early yesterday, but I was drunk for 12 hours straight so there were no concrete memories to draw from. A room full of strangers, pretty much. I wasn’t feeling so talkative, mostly because I was severely hungover, as well as in shock from the whole ordeal. I tried to muster smiles and laugh at their witty attempts to break the initial awkward realizations. The girls in my bed were in good spirits but equally quiet. At least they knew each other.

Anyway… I got a ride home from the random dude. He was a little disappointed. The girls made fun of him for failing. I felt bad. I also felt like a bad ass. I got back to home base at Tulane University where my frat bros were waiting. Everyone staggered in throughout the morning with smiles on their face, indications of mischievous fun and accomplishment.

They ask me how my night was and I, hesitating for fear of saying too much, reply ‘amazing’. They were like… ‘Oh! amazing huh?! do tell?". I explained that I would later, but now wasn’t the time. Fifteen minutes later my friend hands me the phone with a smile on his face and explains that our other frat bro would like to talk to me. I get on the phone and hear, "is it true?"
I sheepishly respond, "Is what true?"
"Did you have a threesome?"
"Um… I guess. I thought this was suppose to be on the DL?"
Just then I hear girls in the back ground giggling and talking amongst themselves.
He replied "Fuck no its not on the DL. Everyones gonna know about this shit you lucky bastard. I can’t believe you. I am so jealous. That shit is awesome…" etc.

Anyway. He sent an email out to the whole frat so I’m receiving txt messages for the next day congratulating me.

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