Missing Memory

Shelly's birthday was rapidly approaching, but I can't be totally sure if I was as excited about her party as I was about the fact that Jew Boy would be near. I had spend exceptional time with The Big X lately, so I was unsure I wanted to taint those memories by seeing Jew Boy.

Typical protocol with Jew Boy was to text him late. But this night, I was so excited about the events, I called him before I even made it into the bar. I fully expected to get his voicemail, so it was strange when he answered.

Jew Boy: Hello?
Me: What are you doing?
Jew Boy: I am at a sports bar downtown with Cory. Are you in town?
Me: Oh course! It is Shelly's birthday so there is much to celebrate. You should come on over here.
Jew Boy: I don't know what we are doing for the rest of the night. We will for sure meet up before the end of the night.

All I needed to hear.

Any outsider would have thought it was my birthday watching the number of shots I consumed. It is safe to say that I was drunker than Shelly on her birthday. I was so out of my mind, I do not remember having sex with Jew Boy. BUT, judging from past experiences, I can bet he was good.

Fortunately, I had my memory back by morning.....