I was dancing on top of the bar without my panties

Since Tucson is only about 45 minutes away from Nogales, Mexico, we decided to hit it up one night for our friends' birthdays. I, was fucking ecstatic. A night of drunken fun in another country, you say? Hell yeah!

So I put on a little black dress and some fuck me boots and made my way down to meet the shuttle. When we got to Mexico, we walked across the border and into some bar, which one, I can't remember. All I know is that tequila shots were like a quarter. So I thought I'd start off the night with a few. Those were the last drinks I spent money on all night.

Did I mention that I had been hooking up with two of the guys that went with us to Mexico? I was hooking up with Ron and Jeffrey, and they didn't know about each other. At least not before that night. That night, I was going back and forth between the two, kissing them and shit. Some time after I was sufficiently hammered, I remember sitting at a table with Ron, smoking a cigarette and drinking a XX (dos equis or however you spell it) and getting fingered. That's right, I got play at a table in Mexico.

Then we went up to the bar to get more shots and the bartender gave us these huge sombreros to wear. As drunk as I was, I thought this was just fucking fantastic, so I donned the hat and made my way upstairs, where, for no apparent reason other than blatant intoxication, I fell flat on my face. Of course all sorts of drunken guys jumped at the chance to help me up (read: look up my dress). So what did I do? I got on the bar and started dancing. I don't remember this, but I had my camera that night and I have a picture of myself dancing on the bar with my damn pussy hangin' out for all to see, and there is some random guy in the pic looking at it!

On the way out of Mexico, you have to talk to the Immigrations people and when they asked me which country I was a citizen of, I couldn't understand them and kept having them repeat themselves until finally someone else told them I was from the United States. Then I passed out on Jeffrey for the ride home. Problem is, when I got home, I went promptly to Ron's room and started to get it on. He was really getting into it, and we were both horny as hell. Keep in mind that at that time I had only slept with one guy before, so I was clearly inexperienced. But Ron apparently didn't give a fuck, and we ended up having sex. It was the most amazing drunken sex I have ever had, even though we both kept insisting that we were sober. Ha!

To this day, every time Ron or I get drunk, we will go find the other one and beg to have sex. And the sober one never consents. It sucks!

In fact, I tried last night and got denied. Oh, well. What are you gonna do?