...Something wicked this way comes...
So last night was another installment of my series of Thursday night adventures, starring myself, Derrick, Mike, Jay, and if her Bible studies ended early enough, Shar. (They didn't, though, so it was up to the "Sausage Factory Quad" to come up with the night's activities.)
The usual routine is: pick up the guys by 9pm in Tsawassen, go to the Landing Pub in Ladner for cheap wings (and less cheap "Landing Lager"), and then wait for Shar to call us after 10, when she's back from her studies.
After that, we would go to the Pioneer Pub in Richmond for much cheaper beer and NON-STOP FREE POPCORN, and then Timmy Ho's afterwards before the drive back through the tunnel home.
That never happened tonight - Shar was super late doing God-knows-what (literally, He knew, but we didn't) - so after we left the Landing, we decided to do something different: strip joints!
And no, it wasn't one of those "classy" ones. It was one of those sorts with the showers and splash-guards and everything.
Now, I may act like I'm "all that", but really, I'm not horribly well versed in this facet of society - in fact, this was only the third sexually-driven adult entertainment establishment I'd been to. (For the record, it is known as "Mugs & Jugs", in New Westminster. Of course, both the mugs AND the jugs are referring to the containers in which beer is served, and nothing more. Perverts...) Anyway, it was fun and all, especially after a few good ol' Canadian beers in you.
Towards the end of the night though, the last girl on stage we saw prior to leaving - one that looked strikingly similar to someone I know personally on these LJ's, believe it or not - was doing her thing. Been there, done that - that's what the internet is for. Then she singled me out of the crowd of about 50 and came right at me, winking this, licking that, shimmying this, gyrating that - it was cool and all, but what was I supposed to do?
(Also for the record, I was sitting about three feet back from the stage at a table, not at a stool right at her feet. I needed to have some class, right? I mean, those are the "horny pervert" seats, after all. Right? RIGHT!?)
I looked over at my buddies, somewhat embarassed, and then looked back; she was still there, lookin' only at me. Is that a sign that she likes me? Or, more likely, is that a sign that she feels that I should cough up a crisp, red-tinted Canadian piece of currency for her?
Oy...
It was cool and all, but still, I was a bit like a deer in the headlights - not so much because there was this nude woman in front of me, but because I didn't know what the proper course of action and reaction would've been. :p
AHHH! AIDE-MOI!
-Tim
PS - My friends are convinced that someone NOT on stage (or offering lap-dances) was hitting on me last night - coinciedentally someone that ALSO looked not dissimilar to another person from Toon Zone that I know. (Hey, what can I say? I see a lot of my friends in the people around the world that I meet.) I thought they were full of crap, because I fully don't remember being "accidentally fondled" by her, and I'm not the sort to hit up strangers in bars and clubs - at least not yet.
Hey, I'm still sorta new at this. :p
The usual routine is: pick up the guys by 9pm in Tsawassen, go to the Landing Pub in Ladner for cheap wings (and less cheap "Landing Lager"), and then wait for Shar to call us after 10, when she's back from her studies.
After that, we would go to the Pioneer Pub in Richmond for much cheaper beer and NON-STOP FREE POPCORN, and then Timmy Ho's afterwards before the drive back through the tunnel home.
That never happened tonight - Shar was super late doing God-knows-what (literally, He knew, but we didn't) - so after we left the Landing, we decided to do something different: strip joints!
And no, it wasn't one of those "classy" ones. It was one of those sorts with the showers and splash-guards and everything.
Now, I may act like I'm "all that", but really, I'm not horribly well versed in this facet of society - in fact, this was only the third sexually-driven adult entertainment establishment I'd been to. (For the record, it is known as "Mugs & Jugs", in New Westminster. Of course, both the mugs AND the jugs are referring to the containers in which beer is served, and nothing more. Perverts...) Anyway, it was fun and all, especially after a few good ol' Canadian beers in you.
Towards the end of the night though, the last girl on stage we saw prior to leaving - one that looked strikingly similar to someone I know personally on these LJ's, believe it or not - was doing her thing. Been there, done that - that's what the internet is for. Then she singled me out of the crowd of about 50 and came right at me, winking this, licking that, shimmying this, gyrating that - it was cool and all, but what was I supposed to do?
(Also for the record, I was sitting about three feet back from the stage at a table, not at a stool right at her feet. I needed to have some class, right? I mean, those are the "horny pervert" seats, after all. Right? RIGHT!?)
I looked over at my buddies, somewhat embarassed, and then looked back; she was still there, lookin' only at me. Is that a sign that she likes me? Or, more likely, is that a sign that she feels that I should cough up a crisp, red-tinted Canadian piece of currency for her?
Oy...
It was cool and all, but still, I was a bit like a deer in the headlights - not so much because there was this nude woman in front of me, but because I didn't know what the proper course of action and reaction would've been. :p
AHHH! AIDE-MOI!
-Tim
PS - My friends are convinced that someone NOT on stage (or offering lap-dances) was hitting on me last night - coinciedentally someone that ALSO looked not dissimilar to another person from Toon Zone that I know. (Hey, what can I say? I see a lot of my friends in the people around the world that I meet.) I thought they were full of crap, because I fully don't remember being "accidentally fondled" by her, and I'm not the sort to hit up strangers in bars and clubs - at least not yet.
Hey, I'm still sorta new at this. :p