Last week I had been thinking my best man had crapped out on planning my bachelor party and had started trying to set it up myself. Then the plan emerged…wasn’t expecting much. I’d given my friend some scattered fantasies of what the evening could include.
We had dinner at an Asian Fusion place in midtown which was right next to the place…at 10pm I entered the holy of unholies:
Things have changed a little since the last time I went to a gentleman’s club. This one was refreshingly intimate…the girls were from exotic locales such as Jamaica, Russia, Hong Kong and the good ol’ U.S. The setting was like a party at someone’s place.
When I last went to partake of this kind of entertainment in the late 90’s, it was like Go in that when I instinctively started to touch the girl, she told me I wasn’t allowed. But this time, that rule was not in effect.
Anyway, it was a good night. Not sure which further details are desired by anyone reading this, but feel free to ask in a comment. π
In other news, I have about 90% of my wedding gear together:
Ack too dark…well, there’ll be wedding photos.
Any and all details you care to share are desired! Ask TD how unshockable I am. Yeah, like not at all. Bring it!!! π
Happy for you today! Have a wonderful honeymoon. Will be waithng for pictures, please!
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I guess I’m compelled to respond since you’re approximately 100% of my readership…I password-protected the entry at least until I’ve written about my wedding. The password is the first word of the show we were in together in high school. π
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