I can't seem to read enough International mystery novels, I just read all of Dan Brown's books for the summer. I'm catching up with Robert Ludlum of whom I just read the Sigma Protocol.

I've placed Anne Rice on the backburner, there's only so much Lestadt I can take.

I love beach volley ball

I'll problably be moving my blog here.

OK, favorite olympic sports Womans Volleyball & womans Beach volleyball. Those tight shorts are hot!!!!!

On another note I just got Sony's MDR 71 earpods for my Ipod, wow what a difference. I hate giving Sony any business, but these pods kick ass.

It's not that I'm anti-American, but it pisses me off that we call the Olympic basketball team the Dream team. To me only there is only one dream team, the second was ok but the current team is even a fart.

A dream team without Shak, or Kobi is a farce. And I was proud of my Puerto Rican boys who kicked ass today.

On another note, the Metros lost a game they should of won, not a major loss, but I'm greedy. BTW, the story below is fiction.

Others Weddings
By Marlon Sarmiento


Are social events like weddings the proper place to pick-up a companion? Is it ok to fuck the bridesmaid? Is it ok to fuck the cute blond that came with your cousin, as a friend?

I was reading an article about picking up women at weddings, and it hit me how much bad crap comes from just doing that. I was involved in a few of those events that I glorified when I was younger, and now makes me cringe with embarrassment.

In the late 80's I had attended a slew of weddings, it seemed like all of my friends sister's, cousins or aunts had decided that the 90's would be a good decade to be married, not get married.

Haide

In one of those wedding we all hate because it's in mid-summer, my buddy George's sister decides to get married to her long last boyfriend of 5 years. I had grown close to the family, eating at their home on a regular basis and sharing stories while then sound of a Filipino program made for background noise.

As is always the case George's sister Haide had enamored me, a radiant young professional who work in Wall Street. She was George's closets sibling, who unlike their older sister kept close contact with the family. Haide and I would speak for hours about politics and music. It was always hard for me to tell if she had been joking about how things may have been different had we been introduced earlier in our lives.

Her boyfriend was a well to do doctor, I was really a fan of the man but I think my feelings for Haide had more to do with this than his character. In a weird way he reminded me of those evil mad scientist I would read about in glory days of the Nazi's. His topics of conversation during dinner would always be about the food we would be digesting. He would leave very little to the imagination when it came to harm of rice to the intestines.

Their wedding was being set for late July if memory serves, and all my buddies had been invited. I was one of the few non-Filipino from the bride's side, although 90 percent of the guest would be your typical Caucasian with a few token blacks and Hispanics who worked with the doctor in his office.

Like always I had skipped the actual wedding, just anticipating the party afterwards. My buddies had all come to the conclusion that leaving the reception without a white girl around your arms would have been a disaster. I was looking forward to my beautiful tanned island queens, I had dated the spectrum but I have a weakness for pinays.

The reception didn't disappoint, George's family from Canada had come down as well as his west coast relatives. I was in paradise, it didn't take me long to drift into the arms of a beautiful creature by the name of Leilani. I had focused all of my attention to her; she was a close cousin of Haide from back in the day. She had moved to San Francisco when her dad got some job translating for a foreign government agency.

I had for the most part ignored my pals, who decided our able was going to have a party to itself. As the party died down, my pals made arrangements to continue the party in a New York Club. Since Leilani was with her family she wasn't able to go, I made a date for the next day and kissed her goodnight.

Haide wasn't going on a long honeymoon; rather it was a three-day escape in the Poconos. She was a radiant bride, with a smile that lasted the whole night. As we said goodnight to everyone, Haide had set it up so that husband's friends would meet with us in the club.

Redzone was located in Mid-town, we never needed to stand in line; we would always be on the list. As Haide had requested I told the doorman about some friends of mine coming in later. Inside the club the typical crew was there, the girls that came with us from the party had never seen a NY club, and unlike Toronto's scene, we had the real vide alive there. Club kids doing Vough, trannies exaggerating mannerisms and the Jersey Guido's trying to hook-up it was the night people.

The VIP room was a small room upstairs with a view of the dance floor and the stage. I had begun a conversation with Anna on the drive over; she was impressed with my new Toyota Tercel and the kick ass Alpine system I had placed. Anna had told me she was invited to the wedding as friend of the bride; she must have forgot to tell me that she was dating someone who was in the wedding.

As the night progressed we made out like animals feasting on flesh, I was not entirely attracted to this woman, but given the fact that my friend who swore to hook up with a white chick by nights end, hadn't. And I who could care for it, was.

I didn't pay attention to see if Haide's husband's friends had arrived, it wasn't till the club turned on the lights, the typical way to get rid of the night breed that stayed in the clubs till the end, that I even asked if anyone had even seen them. As we walked down the stairs I saw the best man and his buddies, they didn't seem happy.

" I thought you guys didn't make it" I said in a fake friendly way.

As it turned out they had made it there no more than half an hour after we got there, and even though I had placed them on the list upfront, I never told the VIP guy. So they weren't allowed up.

They did see us, and had tried to call us (remember this is pre-cellphone) but with the loud music and with the entire crew making out, who was going to hear them. The other bad part was that Anna's boyfriend the Best Man was clearly watching me make out with his girl, and was powerless to do anything. Not any more I was right in front of him, he would be dumb not to make a move in front of his crew. The fact that I was surrounded by my friends and oversized bouncers shouldn't deter him.

"I'm going to fuck you up" or something like that came out of his mouth as he ran to me, Freddie the bouncer for the vip area picked him up with one hand.

"not here ", Freddie was a man of few words.

"let him go, Fred" I said as if he worked for me.
I turned to the man dressed in a tux , he clearly didn't own "dude it's a mistake I forgot to tell the VIP guy about you" I wasn't yet aware that his anger came from my sexual activity with his girlfriend.

My pals all knew what was going on, as I had focused all of my attention to Leilani, I missed the other couple that was making a scene at the party. It seems the best man made a move on a bridesmaid, and his girlfriend Anna had seen this.

Since he clearly couldn't get to me, he began to shout, " Anna I'm going to kick your ass!!"
Well that did it, I realized why this man in a tux was mad, he saw me degrade his manhood by kissing his girls.
"Sorry man, she's your girl" I said.
"don't play me" he replied.

I didn't want to laugh but can contain themselves in such a scene, " man I wasn't aware, I just though I was having a good time"
Unfortunately I had already seen way too many flaws in Anna for me to be attracted to her, otherwise the statement about having a good time would have been true.

I walked right up to him and pulled him aside, I told him that I didn't know and apologized. I made him promise me that he would hit Anna, and that tonight was probably the result of the alcohol.

Anna was very help full, as she said that she would ride in my car. I refused; I did suggest the path train back to Jersey.

Later that day, I got dressed and ready for my date with Leilani. I drove her upstate, to a place I knew where there was a carnival, it was cute. I didn't mention the activities earlier in the day, but she was a curio about some rumors concerning my friends and a girl who was dating the best man.

As it turned out, our little affair had made decide to stay a few weeks longer. At least that was her plan till Haide got back, and all the dirty details came out. Granted I felt like a victim when Lailani refused to speak with me, and decided to fly back, and Haide had some choice words for me. But the truth was that I did scar her wedding, her husband's best friend was not speaking to him. Anna had actually been recently proposed by her boyfriend, I put an end to that.

George still spoke to me, but kept his distance, from what I understand prior to the wedding Haide had confessed to him that if I had asked her out she wouldn't say no.

Lydia

Ralfie was younger than me, he was always asking questions about Latin women. Well on his Mom's wedding to her Boss, he had invited his buds to come. I was happy to go, his mom was very cool, her boyfriend was a tall white man, with a look that told you his life story. This was his third marriage, he had kids all grown up and married, I think John was his name. Ralfies Mom ( Theresita) was his youngest bride, and joked how she was only marrying him for his money. That was actually true, she was only marrying him for the money, she didn't hide the fact that he was useless in bed and that he was way too traumatized by his first two marriages to ever be happy.

The wedding was a small event, held in his home in south Jersey. While there, an attractive European looking woman fancied me; she had pure beauty that one can only be born with. No Scalpel could ever create such chisel parts; she was what I imagine the Roman goddess Venus to look like.

Lydia was cousin to the groom; she worked in the new building in town. She was a receptionist for the CEO of the company. I didn't tell her I had just graduated from High School student, although I didn't lie, I did make it sound like I had been attending College. I was having fun at the reception, making the dumb sexual jokes I still make at my current stage in life.

By nights end Lydia had given me her number and given me a small kiss on my lips. Ah the softness of fresh lips, I could tell she had fixed her lipstick minute's prior and the taste of the tic-tac was still present. I was mindful of my activities; I wouldn't want another Anna incident.

The reception had actually ended in the late afternoon, so Ralfie invited his friends to his house for some beer. His mom was going to keep this place, and live with John, no sense in transferring Ralfie to another school on his senior year.

This was great news for everyone; I had already envisioned the girls I could bring over. Ever since I had broken up with my high school sweetheart in junior year, finding a place to have sex was hard. I was used to a free bed in my ex's home, a place to worship the art of oral pleasure. Since those days, I was limited to hallways, subways, back rooms and cars I refused to pay for a room.

It was an hour drive back to Ralfies place in Jersey City, and a pit stop at the highway rest stop had given us the opportunity to meet a group of college girls looking for something to do. The caravan of three cars became five, and the beer had to be spiced up with harder liquor.

I was one of the older from the group, but you would be able to tell from my acts. It seemed Julieta was similar to me in that manner. She was the oldest of her crew, and was often caught acting like the youngest. I caught fancy to her; she was a fair skinned latin beauty from my fathers country land Colombia.

Our conversation began in a weird note, I told her about my aunt who had the same name. Usually beginning any conversation with family, your ex or the weather would mean that no sex would be in the horizon. But Julieta and I had an understanding, we knew it, intimacy would happen tonight regardless of the conversation.

The night was almost ruined when one of my friends tried to touch a cute little brunette in the holy place; she had only wanted to kiss at most. Julieta must have been horny cause she calmed down the situation in a second as soon as the music started to play, she asked for the nearest bedroom.

A few weeks had passed before I called Lydia, I had agreed to meet her after work. She wanted to see some romantic movie, the type I usually skip over. She was curios why it took me so long to call, I couldn't tell her that I almost forgotten her, and the only reason I call today was my breakup with a local pain.

At that age I was not very conscious of others, I had needs that I would satisfy. Lydia was very attractive, and I was happy to show her off to my pals. Sex was not that exciting, but it fulfilled my needs.

The accident occurred exactly two months after the wedding, As the usual custom of women, she wanted to mark the occasion with a special dinner. The Canton restaurant in Jersey City was a historic place, as a matter of fact in later years To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995) used it for a scene in which Patrick Swayze sees the picture of miss Newmar.

The Cantoon was also a place my friends would frequent; this night was one of those nights. An like we always did, if you see your buddy at a table sitting with a pretty girl, you must go and fuck with him.

"It's our two months anniversary since the wedding" she said in a proud voice.

"Did you catch the flowers, I'd like to know if this fucker is getting married" my drunk friend asked.
To my surprise her answer was not what I expected, I knew she didn't even get up to catch them so when she answered "I didn't catch it, but I feel like I should of pushed someone for them now".

Wow, I knew we were having fun, but she was actually having feelings. I had to stop this, I liked her, but she failed that one quality I needed in a wife, she wasn't Filipino. I knew my friends, and one conversation they couldn't pass up was my previous conquests.

"Man I remember that wedding like it was yesterday" I began, "Lydia I never told you what happened that night after the wedding" that was the queue.

Freddie was not close friend to me, but he was always present to see the main events.

"Man, that night was crazy" he said taking over the conversation as I predicted

"I thought we would go to jail, after that bitch said Stevie fingered her" I smiled

"I guess no one told he Stevie wouldn't know a pussy from a belly button" he laught, and so did Lydia.

"boy your girl was a commanding bitch", Lydia's eyes widened
"she told her to be a woman, and just say no, screaming only killed the mood, haha"

Lydia looked at me confused, she waiting for an explanation. I didn't need to explain Freddie saw her face and knew he had the goods on me.

"Wait, He didn't tell you about the college chicks!!!" I knew what he was thinking; He thought I would stop him. I didn't.

There was an uncomfortable silence, I remember David Bowie playing in the radio "Young American" I was enjoying the song, not caring that I wasn't leaving with a date from the restaurant.

Freddie was wondering why I hadn't stepped in, why was I smiling he wondered.

"What girls" Lydia finally said.

"Tell her Freddie," I said. " You opened your mouth"

The look Lydia game him made him uncomfortable, I was enjoying his change in demeanor. The sweat dripping from his forehead reminded me of those political cartoons, I remember one where Oliver north was making the commission sweat, while the caption said "cool cat did his duty to the country, not"

As he went over the story, he stopped at the bedroom part. He made it seem like Jullieta and me had just chatted, what a pussy.

In a relaxed manner Lydia turned to me and said "I thought you fucked some other women on our day"

"I did, Freddie just edited the story", I said.

"What"

"There's no commitment between us, no one said this is official", I didn't feel anything saying those words. As a matter of fact I meant them.

She got up and ran out of the restaurant, Freddie was confused.

"What the fuck" Freddie said.

"I was tired of her anyway, let's go", just I saw her purse.

I told Freddie to bring it to her, he was mad at me for using him and making him feel guilty. I said " that's what you get"

Of course the next week, Ralfie was warned about me. But worse his mom found out that I had used her bed to fuck some girl. To make matters worse, Lydia had found a job for Ralfie, which suddenly was unavailable.

I didn't think of Ralfie so much, but I regretted telling Lydia before I had another girl.

Life is funny, and one day you're a villain the next you're the hero. James McGreevey resigns from the position of Governor of New Jersey and not because of the contribution scandal, but for having an affair with another man.

A very smart move, he came out before he was extorted, being ousted might be bad but loosing money is worse;( He's moved the scandal into the back seat, and has made people pity him. I can almost guarantee his popularity will jump up in the polls, and will place him in the national spotlight.

After a needed two week vacation I'm back at work, and for those of you who have become accustomed to my constant vacation updates, sorry. I simply wanted a long vacation with no interruptions.

Although my vacation was very wet, we still managed to go out and have fun. The initial Friday we headed out to Six Flags - Great Adventure, and even with the cold rain, and closing of half the parks rides, we still managed to spend a long day in the park.

A metros game for Saturday with tailgate was cold, but the game was good, actually the Metros have been very good lately.

NC trip was weird, from flat tires and broken relays to fallen trees on i95 and trucks with explosives colliding with them and never forget the gang bang shootout in the red roof inn, the hotel we were planning on staying.

We spend the time at my sister's crib and had a great time, smoking my cigars and enjoying their outdoors. The kids all had tons of fun playing, even the dog had fun.

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