Partying Like You're Special

For the second year running, my friends and I are partying at a gorgeous pool house in Buckhead on a secluded estate - and somehow I again become the asshole at the party. Last year I threw one of the hosts, a pretty and busty Puerto Rican girl, into the heated pool. Which wasn't so bad except she was fully clothed and had her cell phone on her. We both agreed it was all her fault and she apologized. This year I found myself attached to this tall slender blonde - only she may or may not have been three minutes from passing out. I couldn't tell because I had my special A game in full gear (sweet nothings in the ear, erotic massage, etc.) and I was ten minutes from taking a nap on the floor.

Aside from the fact that I only paid $25 to bring a handle of Captain Morgan rum and a veal breast for the grill - the thing was pretty much free. Surprisingly, no one was really stuck up - everyone was pretty cool. It's so easy for someone in their twenties and thirties to get a feeling of haughtiness or superiority when they get free kickbacks and perks from people that actually earned them. Phrases like "This is the life," and "I wonder what the poor people are doing today" usually come out at events like this - even though whoever says it probably has a damned good idea what poor people are doing - since they may live next door. Thankfully, the only arrogance I saw was from a girl who had her hair done and was wearing a conservative spaghetti top and skirt with just enough gap to show off her brand new tramp stamp.