Stewie set up a birthday party/hang around thing for Taylor at a strip club called Number Five Orange last Friday. Marlo had never been to a strip club before. I had been to a few. One of them I even went to without having to go on stage. As the kind of guy who likes women with short hair, no makeup, and natural boobs, strip clubs aren’t usually my bag of tea. Also going to strip clubs are an exercise in people-watching, as there were quite a few interesting characters there, including Santa Clause.
There was one stripper – Penny Lane – who managed to keep my attention. She had nice hair (for a long-hair) and was naturally pretty. She didn’t give Taylor a lap dance though because some schmuck just prior to the appointment did something not so nice and she went home for the night. That’s my understanding, anyway. The best part was four of my co-workers showing up and one of them getting drunk and telling me how sexy Marlo is and how lucky I am (I know, and I know). Marlo asked if I would go see strippers again and I said ‘sure,’ but I would like to try a different place next time.
Great Old Ones is finally in the Chaosium catalog.
I think the deal with Pink Floyd and Wizard of Oz has gotten to the point that it would probably be a good marketing deal if they packaged them together at Virgin Megastore.
Bait – why, I’ll take it!
Why were you on stage at the strip clubs you went to?
…with the rest of the Thickets. These are the gigs you get you get, these are the gigs you get.
No place like the Cecil!
A Gentle-Gentlemens club 😉
K
a stripping DM…hmm…woulda been neat.
Try Brandy’s next time. Just make sure Marlo (or really any woman who goes with you) doesn’t wear a white shirt or she’ll be mistaken for an employee.
Or you could catch the Suicide Girls the next time they’re in town.
I found Brandy’s too slick, personally. The clientele (and its relationship with the staff) is somehow more repulsive to me than usual. For the same reason that being on cruise ships makes me ill.
I have said this before but I’ll say it again: Burlesque is where it’s at. Suicide Girls put on a pseudo-burlesque show in that they don’t get naked but it’s certainly nothing like any burlesque that I’ve ever seen. Whips? Chocolate sauce? Where’d the mirrors and feathers go?