Good Times Roll // 0:18 – 0:25

Categories: Club D, never fucks, slut stories, Takeover Tales

Let the good times roll. Let them knock you around.” – Powerman 5000

Joe (the ultimate workaholic) managed to get out of work early the Friday the takeover started, I was honestly surprised he was so excited. We had haphazardly packed the biggest bag we had & filled our giant cooler the night before with everything we thought we’d need to have a good time: lube, condoms, costumes, booze, etc. When I think about it now, we had no idea what we were in for.

We showed up to the hotel around 3 or 4, found a place to park. The ocean of cars that we were told would show up hadn’t arrived yet – working within the shitty structure that is capitalism is the ultimate cock block sometimes & a lot of people were just getting off work.

We popped out of the car, grabbed out shit & started the process of unloading everything to the room. With Joe dragging the cooler & me struggling to hoist around our overnight bag which was bursting at the seams we wandered through the hallways knowing roughly where our friend Han had said the room was.

After a quick elevator ride to the second floor, the doors opened to a wall of humidity. Ahhh, the pool. I had totally forgotten half the fun to be had in this place: a whole goddamn indoor pool the size of a small house! 

We pushed through the wall of wet-hot that surrounded the pool & toted our shit through the hallways as we watched people set up their rooms. As much as I tried to hide it I’m sure my anxiety and excitement were plastered across my face as I walked by.

A dip down another back hallway, a couple more twists and turns with plenty to ogle as we wandered (a wall of dicks, naked people already prancing through the hallways, the usual as I would come to learn) & there we were, finally standing in front of the right room. We knocked & a sweaty Han opened the door looking less chill than I had ever seen him in the short time we’d been friends.

I looked around & used context clues to figure out what fuckery had occurred. Before I could even ask what was up, Leia & Han both chimed in to let us know the air conditioner had shit the bed & was being replaced. We set our shit down, I pulled out what I needed for the night’s festivities, made a drink,  plopped down on our designated bed to watch Leia make up her face for the evening as Han dipped in and out to check on the status of everything while the maintenance folks did their best to sort out our room’s climate.

Once we got our shit settled and with nothing more we could do to help remedy the AC situation, Joe & I decided to explore before the evenings festivities started. When we’d walked in, we noticed the potluck table had already started to fill up so of course that was our first visit.

There’s something else amazing about this club I’ve neglected to mention: we’re lucky enough to have some really fantastic cooks who frequent it. And while the spread was clearly just starting to be laid out and piled up, there were so many delicious options to choose from.


We made our plates & sat down by the pool area to people watch. I was amazed to see that the non-kink-related restaurant attached to this place had ZERO window coverings. I shoveled food in my face & I quietly wondered if anyone in there wasn’t in on the joke. I doubted it, but how funny would it be to go out to dinner with your nana & pop-pop only to see Mr. Bubbles & his fat horse cock confidently stroll by on the other side of some glass as you order your appetizers.

After we ate we decided it was probably a good idea to know exactly where the courtyard was since we both smoke like chimneys. We found a spot & sat down. I lit up my cigarette & looked around. Just like the club, there was always, ALWAYS entertainment to be seen if you bothered to look.

Before long I noticed what looked like off-brand Spock stumbling around & made the mistake of making eye contact. “Fuck it,” I thought “the night is young and may he’s not THAT fucked up. The courtyard is sorta lumpy…give him the benefit of the doubt.

I don’t think I’ll ever learn to stop doing that. It’s just in my nature to assume the best of people until they show me otherwise.