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Woop!
Had a wicked time last night despite my misgivings about visiting a lap dancing club at which my sister is employed. Upon stepping over the threshold all my confidence deserted me for some reason. Not too welcoming a place I guess. I promptly replaced it with booze which acted as a fair substitute for a while, by which time I was thoroughly fucking enjoying myself.
I saw lots of generic skinny stripper girls in their undies, and had a private dance which would have been hot had I been able to stop babbling and giggling for long enough. I emerged from the booth o titties to find a Sri Lankan man propositioning Libee. Putting on my alpha male face I barreled over to him only to be disarmed by how perfectly charming he was. Name was Raoul. Spent a few hours getting pissed with him and for some reason started to adopt his accent/manner for a while. I REALLY enjoy a slight language barrier. Was cool.
Spent a grueling taxi journey being apologetic to the driver for the merciless way that Lucy and Libee were afflicting him with their particular brand of fun:
"You're a magical taxi driver, aren't you Mr Taxi Man? You know just where you're going!" *maniacal laughter*
My head does hurt though.
Had a wicked time last night despite my misgivings about visiting a lap dancing club at which my sister is employed. Upon stepping over the threshold all my confidence deserted me for some reason. Not too welcoming a place I guess. I promptly replaced it with booze which acted as a fair substitute for a while, by which time I was thoroughly fucking enjoying myself.
I saw lots of generic skinny stripper girls in their undies, and had a private dance which would have been hot had I been able to stop babbling and giggling for long enough. I emerged from the booth o titties to find a Sri Lankan man propositioning Libee. Putting on my alpha male face I barreled over to him only to be disarmed by how perfectly charming he was. Name was Raoul. Spent a few hours getting pissed with him and for some reason started to adopt his accent/manner for a while. I REALLY enjoy a slight language barrier. Was cool.
Spent a grueling taxi journey being apologetic to the driver for the merciless way that Lucy and Libee were afflicting him with their particular brand of fun:
"You're a magical taxi driver, aren't you Mr Taxi Man? You know just where you're going!" *maniacal laughter*
My head does hurt though.