SassyBlonde

You know, there are so many reasons why downtown D.C. is not so much the cat's ass, but rather, well, just ass, but tonight I got a real doozy after our gig.

So after we played, I schlepped all of my gear back to the car with the aid of The Boss, down the street and around the corner from the Verizon Center where way too many people were going see The Eagles tonight.

Just to clarify: like right around the corner. In plain view. Surrounded by parked cop cars and limos waiting for the schlubs to leave the concert.

When we got there, we were surprised to see the car behind mine swaying a bit on its wheels, then looked a little more closely at the front seat, where some random young dude was getting what was probably the most vigorous B.J. I have ever seen, ass pressed to the windshield (why that way, I have no idea, but still.) The Boss and I sort of looked at each other blankly and he said, a little wide-eyed, "Is he doing what I think he's doing?" "Umm, I guess so..." I replied, and popped my trunk to load in my gear.

Now people, my ass is nowhere near small, and we were both all tarted up for the show, so one would think maybe the couple in question would notice that there was an audience right in front of the windshield, calmly loading the trunk, but not a chance.

What was awesome? That the window was down just enough, or she was loud enough with it shut that I could hear her cries of "Oh shit! oh shit!", and she was obviously enjoying herself a lot. What was more awesome? When I shut the trunk and turned around to go about my business, they had really gotten going and started in on the deed itself-- his bare ass in the air behind the windshield working like a piston. (Now I ask you, who does it in the front seat?!?! Seriously.)

At that point I just looked at The Boss, shrugged, and we started making our way back down the street toward the bar to drink with Frankenberry and Heidelah and the rest of the crew, and when we turned the corner we just totally lost it laughing.

Thank God for beer.

In other news, if you want to see Gorgeous George's big rockin' feature debut tomorrow (or rather today), come one come all-- details are here. To quote my favorite student, it's gonna be stupid cool.