Oooh baby you want me? Now you can get this lap dance here for free...
I pondered the thought for a while, carefully peeling another one dollar bill from the stack layed out in front of me, leaning over gently towards the stage, and slipped the dollar bill between Heidi's breasts, and replied, "Yeah, it's pretty pathetic, but then again, I'm pretty drunk, got a stack of bills here, and there's a crapload of hot chicks in here..."
Rewind a couple of hours...
I had not planned on going with Nav and Hertz to the bars Friday night; I originally wanted to go climbing. It had been raining for over eight days straight, and the cold rain dissuaded me from running for over a week. I needed to get some physical activity to overcome to cabin fever I was experiencing.
BA was stuck at work and he called me at eight to cancel. Nav and Hertz called me earlier to go to Rafferty's but I declined, again, I wanted to climb. Anyway, finding myself with nothing to do on a Friday night, I put on my Friday best and headed out.
The bar at Rafferty's was a bit dead, but the dining room was packed. Didn't me bother me one bit, as I was not in the mood to push through a crowd for a drink. Pleasantry's aside, we had a couple of drinks and head out to Gaebles as that place usually had clientelle more of our age.
In contrast to Rafferty's, Gaebles was packed. We met up with a few of Nav's friends, which included this one Indian chick who was a blast to talk to even though me and Hertz had absolutely no chance with her.
Then the suggestion came...
"Hey, let's hit Double D's..." Hertz said.
"I told you once, if I go there I end up spending two hundred dollars..." Nav replied.
I was unfazed, but intrigued. "You know, I haven't been there in years..."
This was true. Back in the '90's (tells you kids how old I am) my old roomate and I used to tour the local strip clubs whenever I came back from Asia. Now there is nothing that says home more than returning from a three to four month stint in Asia and seeing women with delicious curves. Forgive me for my crudeness, but that's a fact. Spend time there, and you'll know what I'm talking about.
The more I drank, the more the thought of going to DD's became more appealing.
After an hour of frustration, we left Gaebles and headed to South Amboy.
Now, there were a few things I kind of forgot when I got there...
1) It's really hard to strike up a meaningful and interesting conversation when someone is rubbing there ass against you. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, but heck, I figured some small talk could break the ice. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
2) Don't accept dances from your friends, 'cause they send the crappy chicks your way.
3) I should treat trips to the strip club like trips to AC. Leave the ATM card at home 'cause I'll spend a crapload of money and the ATM fees are outrageous.
Got home at something like four in the morning, smelling like cigarettes and cheap perfume.
Felt pretty pathetic at the time, but then again, it was a lot of fun.