State Fair And Titties Day Two: The Titties
We drove out to Arlington behind Corinthian, so we could pick up his wife to be, and check out thier new home, which was fabulous of course, even being a work in progress. K and I had some miscommunication about who'd be driving, which had us a little tense, considering she thought I was driving, and I thought she was, since I don't do big city driving, and after Corinthian nearly missed an exit, and cut back across three lanes, I had to tell her "See, now if I were driving, we'd be fucking dead right now, instead of chasing him down the off-ramp. Thank you again for driving."
We met everyone for dinner at a little brewery/restuarant called Humperdink's, down the street from The Lodge. The meal was good, and we headed out on our quest for breasts, Rob, Corinthian, Ellen Aim, Morris, K, and myself.
The Lodge is quite a sight, full of all manner of hunting memorabilia, stuffed trophies, deer heads on the walls, leopard patterned carpet, rustic wooden railings, they've really gone the whole nine yards for atmosphere.
We got settled, and were met by another couple, Dallas friend of the bachelor, and Morris, Ellen Aim and K all set in to review the atmosphere and what all the dancers were wearing, which was an interesting running commentary to have going in ones' ear.
Highlights of the evening would include Tonya, a bootylicious black girl with an ass you could sit a drink on and come back for it later, who the wife and Morris insisted that I tip, who then came over and perched on my lap, and then gave Corinthian his first ever (!) lapdance, to the tune of White Zombie's Thunderkiss '65, which is a helluva way to go if you're getting your first lapdance from a gal who stood 6'1 in heels. Amusing also was the champagne buying fool across the way who got all jealous and shifted his chair to block the view when he realized that K and Morris were watching the little latina vigorously riding on his lap, which we all had to laugh at him about, he reacted as if someone were peeking in his bedroom windows or something.
Ellen Aim really enjoyed herself, and K was quite amused by everything as well. Rob got a dance from a cute redhead as a belated birthday gift from Corinthian and Ellen Aim, and we actually ended up shutting the place down, to which K exclaimed "Gawd, I was really hoping not to have to see this place with the lights on."
The drive home was freaky, as there was any number of Dallas Police sitting across the street from another titty bar down the way, just waiting for any of the drunks to fuck up, and a block further down, all the traffic was snarled up due to a car accident which involved someone getting rear-ended, and then another intersection a few blocks down was closed as well, presumably due to more auto altercations, the whole time I'm thinking Jesus, if we can just get back to the hotel alive, I promise I won't be doing this very often.
Fun evening, much more suitable to a bachelor party than what has gone before, I started writing a bit and had to call it a night, and polish things off the next day.
Be seeing you (possibly with a fistful of ones).