Uggggh, so tired. UUUUGGGHHHHHH.

It was my fiance's birthday yesterday (he turned 28, WE'RE GETTING OLD) and what started out with 'Oh, we'll just got out to dinner' turned into 'ooh, lets go get some quiet cocktails at our favourite bar!' and ended up 'OK FINE, lets go to a strip club!' Which it ALWAYS DOES and shouldn't have surprised me.

( Very long tl;dr in which Beck talks about being a stripper and why she thinks it's ok to go to strip clubs. You're advised to skip. )