When I had left home earlier that afternoon, the day had been warm and sunny. As we cavorted down the almost deserted street laughing and boisterously loud, I could feel the sudden coolness in the air.
Flowing Tequila, loud music, horny people, we had a ball until almost two o'clock in the morning when physically and mentally exhausted, and more than a bit intoxicated, my friends and I headed to the Metro Station and the ninety minute train ride home. We were caught up in the excitement of having supported the winning team, and my friends Jackie, Pam and I had let ourselves be swept along with the crowd heading for the Baller Sports Bar.
