"Lets get the fuck out of here"

I was out of control. The K bump
was too strong, I didn't know
what was going on. Scared for a
moment, I didn't recognize people
around me. Two naked men, two
naked woman, Mark was there, our
designated driver. I had tattoo
ink all over my hands. We walked to
the car, I had a hard time in the
stairs, I felt like I needed to
run away to safety.

I checked if I had my cards,
my stuff. Then we drove away, the
effect of the K slowly fading, I
was safe. What the fuck did just
happened. 

             -<>-

The day started pretty gently. We
woke up late, I wrote a bit,
worked a bit. Had a piece of
steak and then went to a beach
party. I had a couple margarita
on the beach dancing. I saw two
girls that I found interesting,
one with a beautiful tattoo.

I wanted to practice flirting, and
remembered the idea of talking to
someone with an action in
mind. Not just saying hi and
starting to talk, but to initiate
movement. Kissing would be an
action, but might be too invasive
in this situation so I decided
that I would just ask them if
they want a drink. I shared the
idea with my friends and they
asked if they should help in the
process. Nha, I wanted to do it
solo.

I went to them and danced a bit
with them. They smiled, I asked
if they wanted something to
drink and politely decline. It
was fun, I was glad I did that
move. One more practice of
connecting with someone out of
the blues. I then de-brief with
my friend we talked about how I
could say "I would like to buy
you a drink" instead of "Do you
want something to drink". I liked
the idea and reminded me of some
marketing strategy to not ask but
to tell. "Let me get you a drink,
what would you like?" or "I'm
getting myself a margarita, do
you want one?" or even "I'm
getting myself a margarita, do
you want one or a beer?"

I danced with some friends, talked
with another woman who trauma
dump her daughter sexual
abuse. We went deep really
quickly, writing about it today,
I am not sure how the discussion
ended.

We wanted to party more,
and we saw this party dude
talking to Mark our designated
driver; he also wanted to try the Audi!

We asked him about where to
continue the party and 
he told us about a nudist beach
nearby. It was the second time
we heard about that beach today,
so we decided to go there.

We went to get some booze. I saw
a cute girl, told her she had
nice tattoo. She responded a bit
annoyed. I got into the liquor
store, talk to the clerk, a goth
girl, not too pretty but very
chatty, I told her she had a nice
style. She smiled. We headed to
the beach without much
excitement. Let's go check it
out, we can drive back home if we
find it boring.

The beach was quite empty. A few
naked people here and there. We
didn't get naked, and got some
looks. Then an older man in his
60, and a younger woman in her 40
came to say hi. She was already
quite high or drunk, he seems to
just be happy and smiling. The
woman gave a hug and tried to
kiss my friend who dodged the
kiss barely. 

We drank a bit more and then the
conversation got around
tattooing. The drunk women who
was laying on the beach got on
her fours and walked over to me
and starting kissing me. She had
a rough tongue, she had bad
breath. It was a very bad kiss.
Compared to my last kiss with
Molly, which was so sweet and
memorable, this was by far one of
the worst kiss I ever had.

I like kissing random people.
It's  quite telling. You know a
lot just from kissing.

After the kiss, the woman asked
me to tattoo her foot. I check
with the older man who seems to
be in control of the situation,
he only had done a bit of magic
mushroom. He seems to not care
too much about it.

The guy who we saw at the beach
party showed up. He asked me if I
had cocaine or k, and I told him
I had a bit of k. I went to get
the drugs and the tattoo gear at
the car. I came back, gave him
the drugs, I setup the tattoo
stuff, the ink, the alcohol pads,
the needles. Meanwhile the man
put all the drugs on his phone,
there was a lot there, and made a
make shift table with a float
wood log.

There was so much drugs there.
Enough for 10 peoples, for a
couple parties. It was there in
the sun, in the wind. I was
focusing on the tattoo.

She wanted some letters at first,
then wanted a butterfly on the
shoulder, then something else. I
told her a couple letters on her
foot is all I can do at this
point. She went with OW, whatever
that meant. She laid down on the
beach, and I started the work.

The K was flying around, and I
though I should at least take
some. I knew it was very high
quality K and it felt like such a
waste. I didn't really think
about it, I didn't want to get
high, just didn't want to
waste it all. I had a bump, then
tattooed a bit more. The women kept
on moving. It was getting crazy,
with the drugs, the drinking and
the tattooing. Another woman
joined in, got naked in front of
us. Didn't say hi, but seems okay
with the scene. She was also in
her 40s but a lot less trashy
than the first woman.

She took a bump of k, asked about
why I was tattooing this other
lady who she seemed to know. I
did another bump of k. I couldn't
keep the foot in one place. I
realized that she had remove the
bottom of her bathing suit. Was
she playing with herself? I
realized she was pleasuring
herself on the beach while I was
tattooing her. I told her to stop
that cause the tattoo with be all
crooked. We all laugh. I took one
more bump, and then the world
stop spinning. I didn't know
where I was anymore, who were
these people, and what the fuck
was going on. I didn't go in a
full k-hole, but just skirted it,
ran away and was able to get to
my friend's home safely.

Two days before the next
festival. We're resting for the
day and cleaning up our
stuff. We'll be able to stay at
Mark's for the next two days,
which will be great to prepare.