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Joe's bachelor party
Feb. 18th, 2007 10:06 pmIt was supposed to be a surprise, but he figured it out because his boss didn't schedule him to work that night, and heard the guy begging other people to work.
The plan was to start at a bar, go to a strip club, then a bar, then a strip club, ad nausea. I really wasn't looking forward to doing the strip club thing. It ended up being kinda fun, though.
The first place was a dive bar, with a stage (or pit, if you prefer) with a pole. Each girl "danced" to two songs. The songs ranged from Sarah MacLachlan to Led Zeppelin. The girls would do their thing for dollar bills from the guys at the edge of the stage, then after they were done, they'd come around for tips from those of us out at the tables. It was funny to see which ones knew their moves, and knew how to be friendly with the guys, and which ones didn't seem to know what they were doing. The ones who didn't seem to know how to smile.
After that, we went to Joe's choice of bar, his rugby hangout. Since they knew him there, he was bought a few extra shots on top of the couple of shots at the last place, and a whole lot of beer in the previous couple of hours. By the time got out of there, he was pretty well toast. When we got to the Safe House, he could do little but stand with his glass of water, and stare. And he went outside a couple of times to puke.
After that, we went to another strip club. This time, a high-end one. A huge stage, with several girls dancing in different parts at any given time. A big room with a high-powered sound system. Some of the guys complained of the assembly line ambiance of the dancing, and some guys said that it was a cheaper night because they didn't get the personal attention and didn't have to fork over a lot of bills. Joe spent the whole time in the bathroom.
I had quite a buzz going. Four drinks and a shot. And a glass of Phil's dad's wine. Oof. At Joe's rugby bar, they pour the mixed drinks in pint glasses, so that one counted as two. I got home at three, and because of the alcohol (I guess), I didn't get to sleep until 5:00. So the no-sleep, and the alcohol dehydration, and the hoarse throat means I'm not up to par today. But I bet I'm doing better than some of the other guys.
I felt bad that Joe missed half the night. And not only that, early in the evening he lost a contact - it was knocked out by a dancer. He's not blind without his lenses, but it still sucks to be half blind at a strip club. Especially when it's your party.
The plan was to start at a bar, go to a strip club, then a bar, then a strip club, ad nausea. I really wasn't looking forward to doing the strip club thing. It ended up being kinda fun, though.
The first place was a dive bar, with a stage (or pit, if you prefer) with a pole. Each girl "danced" to two songs. The songs ranged from Sarah MacLachlan to Led Zeppelin. The girls would do their thing for dollar bills from the guys at the edge of the stage, then after they were done, they'd come around for tips from those of us out at the tables. It was funny to see which ones knew their moves, and knew how to be friendly with the guys, and which ones didn't seem to know what they were doing. The ones who didn't seem to know how to smile.
After that, we went to Joe's choice of bar, his rugby hangout. Since they knew him there, he was bought a few extra shots on top of the couple of shots at the last place, and a whole lot of beer in the previous couple of hours. By the time got out of there, he was pretty well toast. When we got to the Safe House, he could do little but stand with his glass of water, and stare. And he went outside a couple of times to puke.
After that, we went to another strip club. This time, a high-end one. A huge stage, with several girls dancing in different parts at any given time. A big room with a high-powered sound system. Some of the guys complained of the assembly line ambiance of the dancing, and some guys said that it was a cheaper night because they didn't get the personal attention and didn't have to fork over a lot of bills. Joe spent the whole time in the bathroom.
I had quite a buzz going. Four drinks and a shot. And a glass of Phil's dad's wine. Oof. At Joe's rugby bar, they pour the mixed drinks in pint glasses, so that one counted as two. I got home at three, and because of the alcohol (I guess), I didn't get to sleep until 5:00. So the no-sleep, and the alcohol dehydration, and the hoarse throat means I'm not up to par today. But I bet I'm doing better than some of the other guys.
I felt bad that Joe missed half the night. And not only that, early in the evening he lost a contact - it was knocked out by a dancer. He's not blind without his lenses, but it still sucks to be half blind at a strip club. Especially when it's your party.
