VEGAS 2006. WISH YOU WERE HERE, INDEED.Then, a night happens where it's all worth while. Last night we had four hot girls. Feature dancer hot. Two of them were somehow smitten with me and one even gave me her phone numbers. I guess not showering or shaving and throwing on clothes that came directly from my Vegas suitcases that have yet to be unpacked somehow made me attractive to the dancers. Also, none of them bitched about the music and in fact complimented me on my DJing skills.
Okay, I'll stick around for a while.
I did date a "civilian" (someone not in the strip club industry) and it went really well. I might have mentioned this in an earlier blog. I hope to go out with her again and that she forgets that when I met her five months ago I told her that I worked in a strip club and that I dated a certain former bar manager from a certain east county bar.
Vegas? I've riddled my brain trying to explain the trip while maintaining Vegas Code of Silence. Here's the MySpace pages for the people that were down there with me. I'll leave it at that.
Nikki
Alicia
Kay (not there the same time I was)
Sandy
Stephani
Aunt Angie
Erin (a dude)
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