An Evening With Anonymous
It is a rare thing for a blogger to actually get to confront one of his most virulent critics face to face, but this past weekend I had just such an opportunity as Anon1 invited me to his parents' annual Christmas party. For those who don't know, Anon1 came to this blog via my infamous Jenn Sterger post, and as a
Because Anon's parents are rather well-known and important people in
The party was devoid of anyone under the age of 40 until some guy showed up in a Patriots Jersey and jeans, apparently a week too early for the game. We weren't going to talk to him anyway. Then arrived an extremely attractive girl who I later found out was a hairdresser. The conversation with her went very nicely until the phrase "I have a 14-year-old and a 12-year-old" was uttered. It was at that point Anon decided Gold Rush would be a better option.
Now I hate strip clubs for a variety of reasons, the main one being that I hate strippers. But now I was about to make my second appearance at gold Rush in 2 weeks, although somehow I doubted this one would be quite as much fun. Anon bought us some drinks and immediately went in the back with some black stripper. As he did so, I struck up a conversation with a 20-year-old named "Barbie." I informed Barbie of my past vocation as a manager of a similar establishment, but the conversation soon devolved into tales of my relationship. Barbie offered to fix that problem for $500, which I politely declined. She told me I should just fuck around with other girls but maintain my girlfriend, since she never really considers that cheating anyway. Probably because she has sex with people for money, but that's just a guess. At any rate, it was about this point when anon came storming out of the
We met up with a few of my friends, one of whom shared the same first name with Anonymous, and I tried to explain exactly how I knew him. My friend knew, but the girls with him were a little confused as to why anyone would read a stranger's blog. I guess if I'm not your friend on MySpace, I don't deserve the literary attention of a 21-year-old. Oh-freaking-well. At any rate, we concluded the night with yet more drinks (all paid for by Anon1) and went our separate ways. An enjoyable evening was had by all and I must again thank Anonymous for his hospitality and buying me several drinks and inviting me to his parent's party. I'm sure we will hang out again, and I'm sure it may get even nastier next time.