The prize was $100 and the winner would be the first person to make
out with someone at the Auld Dubliner Pub. The rules were simple; you could do anything to win except tell the person you were making out with about the bet. With all the parameters of the wager established, we were off (and armed with our blue plastic cup roadies) to make things happen in the LBC!As it turns out, acting like a pack of audacious college kids comes easy to this group. It was like riding a bike and no one was in need of training wheels! Less than an hour after arriving, Mandeep was caught leaning on a wall with her lips pressed up against her very own 21-year-old boy-toy. Shortly after that, I spotted Ricca out in the Patio covertly kissing Dallas, a 45-year-old we later determined was actually 38. Alex meanwhile was dirty dancing on the dance floor with her mouth and arms all over Greg, an engineer from Hermosa Beach. Just when I thought I had seen it all, I noticed Mandeep had ditched her boy-toy and replaced him with our very own Ernesto (despite the fact that he’s gay), and suddenly there was a serious groping competition on the dance floor!
Where was I in all this? I was sober, observing my friends in their uninhibited state and conversing with Alex’s tall friend, Jeff, who amid all the action had managed to steal my attention. As I nursed my Heffenweiser, I took pleasure in watching the night unravel and by the evening’s end, Mandeep, Alex, Ricca and Ernesto had all managed to score points for their random hookups. I on the other hand kept my lips to myself but did divulge my phone number to Jeff before we parted ways.
Needless to say... I didn't win the bet!
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