Dallas Day Five: The Strippening
She did the same thing again when we finally got up and moving around 9:30 in the morning, so while the wife started inquiring with the concierge about the nearest available vet I got dressed and figured I'd give one last thing a shot. As a last ditch effort, I took the dog downstairs for a walk, during which she actually produced a reasonable little amount of urine, so I called the wife to have her call off the vet search for the time being, in hopes that we'd just been overreacting.
Further investigation revealed that she'd finished her water in the wee hours of the morning (presumably around 6:00 AM, when she woke us), so we kind of did the math on the amount of urine she might actually have in her versus the amount she'd actually left downstairs and we sort of decided that we just might be right on track for the amount of pee that she should be producing.
J From LR and her boyfriend DD met us in the room, then we headed out to grab a coffee at Starbuck's, then take the women to get a spray tan at a place called Tan Bar, which the wife had heard about via a friend. The tan took about 30 minutes, then we made our way out to Plano, where Morris wanted us to meet him and try out a restaurant that he'd worked at briefly called Whiskey Cake. The food was decent, but as soon as we walked in I suddenly flashed to the fact that I was supposed to try to make plans with Robbb about lunch, so I frantically called and texted, only to have him naturally pass on driving to Plano, though to be honest I didn't really get much of an impression that he was interested when we first spoke.
After lunch Morris headed out to go to work and we made our way back to Northpark and spent some time poking around Neiman Marcus, which we'd neglected yesterday in favor of a more thorough look at the rest of the mall. The wife picked up a present for Morris' birthday and I grabbed another Tom Ford scent to add to the collection, then we finally headed back to the hotel to chill for a bit.
I took the Yorkie for a walk downstairs, in hopes that she'd take a quick piss, but she started acting weird when we first got outside, so I thought maybe the heat was making her act weird and went back inside, giving her a lap around our floor of the hotel instead to see if she would settle for that. She did finally leave a little stain on the carpet, which I chalked up to being nothing more than additional flavor added to the place for future dogs to discover, then we headed back to the room.
We relaxed for a few hours, having made plans for dinner with Anastasia Beaverhouszen and Kno1 at Pappadeaux, since they'd recently arrived in town for Morris' party tomorrow. We headed out to dinner around 6:15, then had a great meal over the next hour or so, during which time we somehow (and I mean somehow, as I can't recall how it came up at all) got on the subject of strip clubs, but the next thing I know we're making plans to find one a mere 10 minutes drive from the restaurant.
I think the overall driving force may've been something to do with JFLR's boyfriend DD having never been to a strip club, so after a few hiccups in the directions, we soon found ourselves at the XTC Cabaret, a fully nude strip club in a part of town I'm personally not familiar with. The club was two stories and virtually empty when we first got there, so we settled in and compared notes on the slow string of dancers as they made their way to the main stage. The wife and Kno1 tipped a few gals and we marveled at a couple girls who worked in tandem on a pole, with frequently one sitting on top of the other one or astride her like an animal; it was pretty damned impressive as far as the gymnastics of it all goes. Another girl (who was celebrating a birthday, if the mumblings of the DJ were to be understood) showed an impressive amount of acrobatic skill on the pole, as well as twisting herself into some rather exotic shapes while working the stage, so that made for an interesting visual. Interesting highlights included each husband or boyfriend being treated to a lapdance by his spouse or their friends, and me having a dude ask me (while standing 5 feet away from the bathroom) "say bro, you know where the bathroom is?" I tried not to look condescending while indicating the room full of visible sinks and urinals to his immediate left.
Anastasia Beaverhouszen and Kno1 called it a night while we sat with a stripper on DD's lap, who mooched my last beer and chatted with DD and JFLR. JFLR seemed to be taking the interloper rather well, so that was cool. We followed shortly afterward, after we'd exhausted the last couple beers that JFLR had herself mooched from some dudes at a nearby table, after the stripper had told them that she'd have to pay through the nose for them, so that was funny. I guess stripper gal assumed that a civilian couldn't get free beer without flashing some cash since she wouldn't show them a tit.
Highlights of the night? My lapdance from a supercute fishnetted goth girl who smelled of cookies and sweat. Evidently her cheap perfume wasn't competing well with her hard work on the pole, as she was one of the two who were working in tandem earlier. She had a young Morticia Addams vibe going on, it was hot. Oh, and the wife's body language when tipping a stripper: She had her hand on her hip like "Oh, what's this all about?" Hilarious.
We headed back to the hotel, comparing notes on the evening on the way, then the wife called it a night while I got started on this and downed some antacids to try to calm the food/cocktails/beer combo for earlier in the evening.
Be seeing you.