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hanging out with somebody, he starts making big plans. “You don’t have to go to
work ‘til Friday, right?” I nodded. “That’s awesome, Pauli, neither do I! Let’s
go!”
Next
thing I knew we were in Jens’ green Jetta screeching and lurching towards the
beach. We headed straight for the Viceroy and grabbed a cabana by their tiny
little pool. By the time I had gone to the bathroom, done my business and
washed up, there were two bottles of 1995 Piper Heidsieck chilling by the
cabana and Jens was sprawled out like he owned the place. We were like
characters in a movie, maybe Get Shorty , completely convinced we were
all-knowing, all-seeing hunks who owned the world. We were the pearls in an
oyster known as LA.
Just
twenty minutes later three people I had never met before showed up. One guy’s
name was Andrei – he was a tall, dark-haired man with a heavy Russian accent,
and he’d brought two girls with him. One girl’s name was Victoria – she was
cute, in her late thirties, and thin but curvy with long dark hair twisted up in
braids. The other was a blonde named Susan, who was a bit younger. Susan was bubbly,
genuinely attractive and had a fine, full hourglass figure that made her look
like a movie star from the 1940s. Of course, the first thing going through my
mind was that we now had two girls and three guys. Then I remembered that Jens
already had a live-in girlfriend. But the question remained, which one of them
was with Andrei?
We
occupied that cabana for the rest of the day and part of the evening. We were
all drunk and Susan and I continued to hang out and have a good time while Jens
yakked it up with Victoria. Andrei was always on the phone and kept
disappearing. The bill at the cabana came to five hundred bucks, so I gave
Jens two hundred cash thinking that Andrei would be putting in a couple of
hundred too but he never did. I suspected he was a dealer and something of an
amateur pimp, not really a friend of Jens.
Jens
had booked a room on the penthouse floor for the night, The Monarch suite.
This guy was like a professional partier. Once we got up there, things really got crazy. The two-room suite was awesome. There was a balcony off the
living room overlooking the sea. The sun had set but you could see the
moonlight reflecting off the waves below. I had never partied like this before
with any other waiters I’d worked with. With record execs, it was normal
enough but not with restaurant employees. They were usually too broke to spend
money on coke, champagne, hotel suites, and hot party girls. A big night out
after work usually consisted of a game of pool, not a swim in one.
Andrei
emptied out a quarter of an ounce of cocaine on the glass coffee table in the
living room. There was a knock at the door and in walked another sexy blonde
girl in a red Scotch tartan miniskirt, knee socks, pigtails, and a tight white
shirt tied above her belly-button.
“Hi,
I’m Victoria.” She shook my hand, and I turned to Jens who had a really crazy
look on his face, probably from doing too much coke. He had his sleazy porn
face going now and I barely recognized him. I wondered if he’d made some money
on the side by playing party animals in porn films. Victoria seemed to be a
popular name for sex workers. This one was probably another actress wannabe
that populated LA like fireflies on a summer night. She most likely told
herself she was studying for a future role – Heidi does Hollywood.
“Yep,
that’s right, Pauli, another Victoria,” he said. And as she sat down beside
him, he put his arms around them and said, “I’m going to give it to both of
them,” looking at them with his crazy porn eyes. By that time I was getting extremely
high, as we all kept drinking Piper Heidsieck. I literally began feeling
ecstatic and having an out of body experience. It was wonderful, weird,
fascinating, and frightening all at the same
hanging out with somebody, he starts making big plans. “You don’t have to go to
work ‘til Friday, right?” I nodded. “That’s awesome, Pauli, neither do I! Let’s
go!”
Next
thing I knew we were in Jens’ green Jetta screeching and lurching towards the
beach. We headed straight for the Viceroy and grabbed a cabana by their tiny
little pool. By the time I had gone to the bathroom, done my business and
washed up, there were two bottles of 1995 Piper Heidsieck chilling by the
cabana and Jens was sprawled out like he owned the place. We were like
characters in a movie, maybe Get Shorty , completely convinced we were
all-knowing, all-seeing hunks who owned the world. We were the pearls in an
oyster known as LA.
Just
twenty minutes later three people I had never met before showed up. One guy’s
name was Andrei – he was a tall, dark-haired man with a heavy Russian accent,
and he’d brought two girls with him. One girl’s name was Victoria – she was
cute, in her late thirties, and thin but curvy with long dark hair twisted up in
braids. The other was a blonde named Susan, who was a bit younger. Susan was bubbly,
genuinely attractive and had a fine, full hourglass figure that made her look
like a movie star from the 1940s. Of course, the first thing going through my
mind was that we now had two girls and three guys. Then I remembered that Jens
already had a live-in girlfriend. But the question remained, which one of them
was with Andrei?
We
occupied that cabana for the rest of the day and part of the evening. We were
all drunk and Susan and I continued to hang out and have a good time while Jens
yakked it up with Victoria. Andrei was always on the phone and kept
disappearing. The bill at the cabana came to five hundred bucks, so I gave
Jens two hundred cash thinking that Andrei would be putting in a couple of
hundred too but he never did. I suspected he was a dealer and something of an
amateur pimp, not really a friend of Jens.
Jens
had booked a room on the penthouse floor for the night, The Monarch suite.
This guy was like a professional partier. Once we got up there, things really got crazy. The two-room suite was awesome. There was a balcony off the
living room overlooking the sea. The sun had set but you could see the
moonlight reflecting off the waves below. I had never partied like this before
with any other waiters I’d worked with. With record execs, it was normal
enough but not with restaurant employees. They were usually too broke to spend
money on coke, champagne, hotel suites, and hot party girls. A big night out
after work usually consisted of a game of pool, not a swim in one.
Andrei
emptied out a quarter of an ounce of cocaine on the glass coffee table in the
living room. There was a knock at the door and in walked another sexy blonde
girl in a red Scotch tartan miniskirt, knee socks, pigtails, and a tight white
shirt tied above her belly-button.
“Hi,
I’m Victoria.” She shook my hand, and I turned to Jens who had a really crazy
look on his face, probably from doing too much coke. He had his sleazy porn
face going now and I barely recognized him. I wondered if he’d made some money
on the side by playing party animals in porn films. Victoria seemed to be a
popular name for sex workers. This one was probably another actress wannabe
that populated LA like fireflies on a summer night. She most likely told
herself she was studying for a future role – Heidi does Hollywood.
“Yep,
that’s right, Pauli, another Victoria,” he said. And as she sat down beside
him, he put his arms around them and said, “I’m going to give it to both of
them,” looking at them with his crazy porn eyes. By that time I was getting extremely
high, as we all kept drinking Piper Heidsieck. I literally began feeling
ecstatic and having an out of body experience. It was wonderful, weird,
fascinating, and frightening all at the same
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