Saturday, August 18, 2012

Story Time 7 (In The Navy)

Okay, so ... it was my first day in Norfolk. I took a cab from the airport to the ship. It was a Saturday. Valentines day in fact. I get to the ship and walk up the plank and had to wait for someone from my reporting division to come and escort me on board. (because it was my first day) Anyhow, I got a little briefing and taken to get my ship ID and everything and a few hours later I was unpacking my things in my berthing area. (My sleeping quarters)


Another young man came around from the corner. His name as it turned out was John. He was my age, 18, but a little more buff than I. He was about my height, 6-2 and a half. he had black hair and like me, a ladies man.

We struck up a conversation and I found out that he drove to Norfolk from Michigan, where he was from. So, this meant, he had a car. It didn’t take long for us to decide to hit the town, since it was Saturday and it was both of our first day in Norfolk. And soon enough, we were riding down the strip in Virginia beach. It was a nice day too. There were girls in shorts, things ... yeooowza! Hot babes everywhere. We decided to park the car and walk - hitting every bar down the strip and having a drink in each of them.



We were having a good time, meeting girls and getting the juices flowing and all that. Pretty soon, we found ourselves at this one bar. I shouldn’t say pretty soon, it was like 6 bars and six hours later, we were pretty smashed by the time we walked into the place. Drunk as two sailors could be i guess. And wow! The girls in this place were AWESOME!!!!! (Let me repeat that) The girls in this place were AWESOME!!!!


Anyhow, we started drinking at the bar where he and I both got to talking to a couple of hot - really hot chicks. A few drinks later, I decided to go hit the mens room. And so I am standing at the urinal, doing my thing when the door opened. I took a nonchalant glance and returned to watching myself pee. This is when it hit me like a ton of freaking bricks! The dude who walked into the mens room wasn't a dude!

I kept my head together. I took another little peek to my right where he, uh, she - uh, I mean, he was peeing. It was a dude alright, in a dress. I saw a couple of other people in there and realized, they were dudes too ..... in drag!!!!! OMG! We were in a drag bar!


I zipped up and casually strolled back out and walked right up to John. "Dude," I said, "we gots to get out of here."

"Not now." he replied. "I'm gonna get some with this girl."

I was like, "Dude, there's something you need to know."

He looks at me and asks. "What?"

I pulled him off to the side and said, "Dude, look at the throat of the girl you are talking to."

"Why?" he asks again.

"Dude, just do it!" I told him.

So he walks back to the girl and rolls his eyes at me like I was some kind of a nut. But sure enough, he stared at his girl for a moment before his eyes got as big as a coconut. "Son of a bitch!" He screamed. "You're a dude!" he said to the girl. (Uh, I mean, the guy.)

All of a sudden he shouts out at the top of his lungs just as the song that was playing ended. (Like in the movies) LOL And he says, "You're a god damn faggot!"

You could have heard a pin drop on a stack of feathers.

I grab him by the collar and begin to usher him out, slowly. "Yeah, dude," I said, "that's not exactly something you want to say in the middle of a drag bar." And as I issued my apologies, we scooted on out the door, carefully.

We walked about 100 feet, both of us in shock and talking about what had just happened when I heard a rumbling behind us. The guys (in drag) were gathering outside the door and looking in our direction. "This can't be good." I said. "Come on, let's walk faster."

Just about then I heard one of them shout. "There they are! Let's get them!"

And the race was on.

So ... here we are .... two men in the navy running down the strip, heading to the car with about 20 drag queens on our freaking heels. We made it to the parking lot but there wasn't enough time to stop and get into the car so we just by-passed it and leaped over a concrete wall and onto the beach. We kept running. After a short distance, I turned to see how much of a lead we had and realized that they all stopped at the wall. They didn't get onto the sand. It's kind of hard to chase someone with high heels on I guess. So we stopped and caught our breath while looking back at them.



They hung out for about thirty minutes before they dispersed but we waited another hour or so and smoke a couple of joints while we waited for the coast to be clear. Then we got to the car, got inside and took off back to the ship ... With a promise that we never speak about it ever again to anyone!

And look at me, here I am speaking of it again with all of you. LOL Good times! Haha Good times.

 

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