After I woke up from my nap, I put my jock, Nasty Pig jeans and harness on. Then headed down to the lobby to see what was going on and hopefully find someone to share a taxi to the House of Blues party. I hung out with some friends, but ended up taking the taxi by myself.
I’m pretty sure the taxi driver was trying to kill me. Not only did he accelerate and break like a bat out of hell, but he also ran a red light and nearly hit a couple cars. 1 mile later I arrived at the wrong door the the House of Blues, so I had to walk around to the front door.
The House of Blues is an interesting venue for a party like this. It’s more designed for concerts, so there are many levels with balconies overlooking what became the dance floor. The DJ wasn’t really my type. The party on Day 4 is supposed to be better. I did make it out and dance for a while with some of my friends. I never like to stay in one spot for more than 15-20 minutes, so I was on and off the dance floor a lot.
I got kind of pissed off because a lot of guys that had talked to me online or looked at me before, didn’t approach me until the party. Kind of makes it hard to hook-up or even get to know someone. It was a great place to hang out with many of my friends though. I don’t think I’ll go next year unless my friends really pressure me. It was mediocre and the tickets cost $65.
I shared a taxi back to the hotel with a hot stud from NY. Apparently he thought I was a real big cutie. We felt each other up and made out a bit in the back of the cab. He asked me if he could follow me back up to my room when we got back to the hotel, but I was too tired and it wouldn’t have been the experience he deserved. Maybe some other time…