KODG and I had got back to the room about 3:00 AM last night. She had left around 8:00 after sessioning three times. As for me, I was shot. I needed to rest. I spent most of the morning and afternoon, just hanging out doing nothing. I’m sure that I left the room a couple of time for food, but I had an extremely lazy and relaxing day. I had intended to head out to the Perimeter today – specifically to check out Roadies and Lost in Asia – but never got motivated enough to do it. In fact, I never made it to either bar on this trip. I guess that will happen the next time I’m in Angeles.

Around 5 or so, I received a text from Porker saying that the gang was having dinner at Swiss Chalet. Since that was right downstairs for me, how could I refuse?

At dinner, I met IamSancho, who was in town on one of his whirl-wind weekend runs to Asia. Although we didn’t get to speak much, IAS seems to be a good guy if a little be crazy. I mean who in their right mind would make a jaunt to Asia from the US for the weekend? Answer – IamSancho. IAS was a great source of travel related information. I would have liked to have picked his brain a little more, but when you’re in AC for only two or three days, sitting around talking travel with a bunch of guys is hardly at the top of your list.

My dinner at the Swiss Chalet was probably the worse meal that I have had there. Generally, the food is quite good. Today I had chosen a simple cheeseburger and was disappointed in the results. I did my own little cheeseburger survey on this trip and the winner – by a long ways – was the burger at Kokomo’s.

Afterwards, Porker, Bud, girlfriends and I headed over to Byrd Cage to begin our evening. IAs didn’t join us as he was headed over to Santos on another search and destroy mission. If I remember correctly, he had already run four Santos girls through his room that day and was working on number five.

In the Cage, I saw a girl on stage that was different from the normal body type I usually look for as she was a little thicker in the hips. I called her down and found Byrd Cage Girl (BCG) to have a fun personality and decided to barfine her.

After she changed, our little entourage went to the Midnight Rodeo bar on the corner of Santos and Real Streets. I have passed this bar a hundred times without going in. They do have a live band which plays a variety of country western or old rock and roll hits. So we sat around drinking Red Horse on the rocks while listening to the band. The band was okay, but reminded me of a high school/garage band back in my youth. They really didn’t know the songs that well, were often singing slightly off key and hadn’t really developed a fine chemistry yet. However, they did seem to be having a lot of fun and many times, that counts for more than anything else.

Bud tried to get our girls up to dance, but for some reason that was a no go. Eventually we decided to head over to the shacks behind Fields to sing videoke. As we left Midnight Rodeo, for some reason I just didn’t pay my bill. I’m not sure why. Perhaps I thought BCG and my drinks were free. But a sharp-eyed waitress caught me before we got too far and I sheepishly paid up and gave her a hefty tip for being a moron.

We ambled our way over to the videoke shacks behind Fields (Porker’s still hurting foot kept us at a snail’s pace) to one of the establishments frequented by Bud and his girl.

We settled in and the drinks began flowing. Bud’s girlfriend still wouldn’t sing, but Porker’s belted out several good tunes and BCG turned out to be a decent singer. More importantly, the guys were on our videoke game that night!!

So, we’re singing, and drinking and grooving to the music. For some reason, Bud’s girl decides that she has to prevent Bud from getting drunk so she begins to down his drinks like there is no tomorrow. As she is not a big girl to begin with, before long Bud’s girl is INCREDIBLY drunk. Bud’s trying to keep her under control on the floor, she’s saying that she’s gotta puke and, meanwhile, the rest of us are still singing away! Felini-esque!!

Eventually, she does begin puking – but fortunately in a big bowl. Does that stop the music? Hell no! In fact, when Bud’s girl first started yakking, BCG was singing and didn’t miss a beat even though there is a very drunk girl puking into a bowl at her feet.

After she has finally expelled everything in her body, Bud cleaned up his girl and we poured her into a trike so that she and Bud could go back home. (Earlier he had decided to leave his scooter at the Swiss Chalet and had given me his keys so I could return it the next day.) Porker and his girl headed to their hotel and BCG and I went to Sub-Delicious for a late-night snack before heading back to the room for a “late-night snack.”

Back in room BCG was a very good time. She gave the best head I had in Angeles on this trip from a non-Santos girl. During our multiple sessions that night, I kept PLEADING for her to give up her cherry ass. Although, I think she was tempted, I never got the green light. All-in-all, I had a blast with BCG and I put her on my repeat list.

The next morning, we parted company with me promising to get in touch again in a couple of days.

Photos: Byrd Cage BCG 07 08 09

That was a fun night! My girl wouldn't believe me when I told her the next morning until I showed her a pic of herself trowing-up in the bowl. She still doesn't recall running around toppless on videoke alley.

Bud

Well you definately have a good camera, i will give you that. Fun report to read.

The best looking one so far imo

great pics! fun report! what a hilarious night!