Putafest 2005: the Reunion (part II - the night of)

The time: April 1, 2005

When we last left our beloved putas, they had just completed work on The Fifth Sun (drinking a wealth of absinthe and throwing many naked cartwheels in the process). A year has passed since then, and the rumble in the El Salvadoran jungle began to stir: it was time for a reunion. Presente!

After some secret planning, sly hoarding, and hiding a few prostitutes in my trunk, we assembled at the Mexican't 's for our one year anniversay of opening night. What ensued can only be described as : putaliscious.

To sum up the night:
ritualistic dancing and animal sacrifices to Nanautzin
chimichangas
bitch drinks
putting our balls to the wall, ceiling, and anything that moved
a rousing game of "waterfall"
me being more inebriated than I have ever been (still not drunk, though. "I'm a good girl, I am")
naked cartwheels
light sabre fights (also naked)
one trip to Wal-Mart
learning about kegels
doing inappropriate things with a Jesus stick

Alas, the night did not have some of the things that brought charm to the original: absinthe, hickies, a dance-off, Shareef, the Vag, and dead pigeons.