shit. now it is monday.

for those of you who are anxiously awaiting a follow up to how the weekend turned out, the correct answer is...D: All of the above. so after deciding that i was going to lock myself in my house to prevent any weekend mishaps (i.e., make sure i didn't blow my wad, literally or figuratively at the strip club), i get a call from a girl i used to date, who is now a lesbian (cause that's what dating me does to some people). she tells me that her and some of her friends that are girls...and her girlfriend (who is also a girl) are rolling to the strip club, and do i want to come with. do i? let's just be real...there isn't that much will power in the world. so before we get to the strip club, we make a scheduled stop at this club i've been to a couple of times, and was not that excited to revisit. however, this particular night turned out to be "lesbian night" at the club, which you would think for a straight guy would be kind of a downer, but turned out to be pretty damn fun. not just that watching girls make out is fun, and seeing lots of girlie bodies in wifebeaters and suspenders is hot, but the vibe there was just chill. the music was good, and the drinks were strong. what else could i ask for. well...what else i could ask for is that the 10 straight girls that were there, didn't have any choice but to talk to me. wish granted.

so i got drunk, then we went to the strip club. after about 30 minutes of being there the girls i was with thought it was strange that we didn't get approached by any strippers. so i had to impart my extensive strip club knowledge and tell them that all the strippers probably thought that i was a pimp in there recruiting with my stable...cause that's happened before. but once i taught the girls the joys of the "dollar dollar bill long fold" they made themselves at home on the main stage, and had a grand old time. so in the immortal words of ice cube, "today I didn't even have to use my A.K. i got to say it was a good day (shit!)."