I reject your reality and substitute my own
Just got back from the big sex show and holy crap! They had this booth off to the side where, if you donated $15 for a new, bigger wildlife enclosure at the zoo, you got to get your picture taken with a real 2-month old lion cub. It was great, I got to sit there for five minutes and cuddle with this adorable little baby lion named Romular while they took pictures, and he nuzzled my ear, sucked on my finger, and curled his head up under my chin. And when it came time to give him back he didn't want to go, he grabbed onto my sweater and tried to pull back to me. Cute!
Other than that not much else too exciting; some different shows (including a lame-ass "exotic" male dancer), a giant flat-screen showing porn in one booth, bondage bed-sheets, and a head-hunter trying to get me to work the party bus/limo/hummer thing as one of the greeting girls. Sounded kind of cool, getting picked up and dropped off from work in a limo everytime seems pretty posh, just whether or not I could put up with a bunch of drunks fondling me all the time without cracking a few skulls is the thing. She gave me her card, if I could remember where I left it. Maybe in Adam's car.
Other than that not much else too exciting; some different shows (including a lame-ass "exotic" male dancer), a giant flat-screen showing porn in one booth, bondage bed-sheets, and a head-hunter trying to get me to work the party bus/limo/hummer thing as one of the greeting girls. Sounded kind of cool, getting picked up and dropped off from work in a limo everytime seems pretty posh, just whether or not I could put up with a bunch of drunks fondling me all the time without cracking a few skulls is the thing. She gave me her card, if I could remember where I left it. Maybe in Adam's car.