This is the story of my Tuesday night before x-mas. Before I get started there is something you should know. When I drink large amounts of alchohol, I have another side to myself. I'm sure you've all read I Hope They -Serve Beer in Hell...One of my favorite books by far, so if you haven't read it, you need to. Well the character Slingblade and I have one thing in common. I get drunk and I can be very mean to women that I don't think are good girls....and guess what. My friends decided it was a good idea to take Smash to the Strip Club....bad idea...
800pm- Met with friends to have dinner and drinks at BWW's. Ugly waitress and bad Kareoke....I begin drinking heavily
930-1000pm- Group moves downtown and we go to a local bar....no women....not staying here long, I consume a few more beers while we wait for another friend.
1030-Group is all accounted for as we enter strip club....alchohol is ordered.
11pm-2am-I am talking to lots of people and having a overall pretty good time when.....I ever so drunkenly do the torn/restored dollar trick for my buddy at about 12. Strippers see this and must talk to me. I am the life of the party...I'm having fun now. Stripper tells me I need a dance. I tell her I don't pay for things like this....she asks why and makes a reference to how good looking I am. I tell her this is exactly why I won't pay. She eats it up and asks me to give her a dance. WTF?
Bottom line is my buddy saw all of this happening and he couldn't believe it. These girls were begging to dance for me and the ones on stage were giving me all the attention! I refuse to bring home a stripper for the simple reason that I'm visiting home and staying with my brother. He wouldn't let me hear the end of it. I left the strip club and called a chick that I met earlier this week. She came over and well...I don't need to go further. I say not bad for a Tuesday night!