It's not about you, woz.
Some people went to Vegas. One of them was from Canadia. He brought Canada money. He paid for his share of the room with it. It was good shtick.
At some point most people wander off and it’s just a few of our GB hanging out. One of them, Hockey_Sam, really wants to go to the jiggly pub. I mean REALLY. And the guy outside O’Shea’s is pimping free transportation and free cover. And Building_Castles has all this Canadian money he received for payment on the room, so…
… off to Olympic Gardens they go. On a shuttle. With a couple. Who our GBs are fairly certain are getting paid to make the ride there interesting. There was a debacle. Problems at the door. They weren’t honoring what our GBs were sold. The chick got pissed. Maybe she wasn't on the payroll. Building_Castles was ready to leave, when suddenly Hockey_Sam pays his cover and pulls him back inside the door. The first two $12 beers – yeah – were comped as part of the cover. So our GBs were giving them $25 either way. OK. Whatever. Boobs.
They're barely seated and there are 4 women on their laps. Yes, there are only 3 of them. I don’t think Sleepy_Paco's ### hit the chair and he was giving this woman $20. Hockey_Sam finds someone he likes and he’s pulling out money. And the Vietnamese twins plop down on Building_Castles' lap. One has her hand down his shirt giving him the Wonder Woman treatment, while the other has her hand up… places (And THAT is why you don’t get your money’s worth wearing jeans to a strip club)… and he hasn’t even had a chance to say hi to these people yet.
They sat there for several minutes building… interest… before they made the, um, hard sell. Something more private? Building_Castles really just went there for the beer. He really shouldn’t. $100? Each? EACH!? In East St. Louis it used to cost fifty cents. So he hangs out for a bit until another woman has a seat. BC couldn’t tell you anything about her, except that she happened to be the one who sat down when he looked over and saw Sleepy_Paco, well, sleeping.
Our non-sleeping GBs had a good laugh. They took a few pictures. And then BC gave the chippie a couple of maple leafs to wake Paco up. And then this Russian woman has a seat. And she’s handsy. And apparently went to the Kitty Cat Club Pole School, along with a woman encountered by Wolverine_Traitor the night before, as she keeps purring and growling in BC's ear. It would be one thing if he were doing something to her to maybe elicit that kind of response, but his phone’s not even ringing for her at this point. So she introduces herself as Natasha… Natalia… Natsavavodka… I don’t know… and asks BC's name and where he's from.
“Sacramento Bill. From Quebec. Just got in. Haven’t even had a chance to exchange my money yet.”
ointstowadofbackbaconontable:
“Oh!!! Purrr! Parlez-vousfrançais?"
What? Half-naked Russian woman purring and speaking French to our GB? WTF? So he had to explain to her that he was FROM Michigan (I don’t know. Don’t ask) and had moved to Quebec and was just a typically ignorant American who didn’t speak anything but English. That seemed to satisfy the Russian stripper who was more educated than him, so he ordered another $12 beer, sent her on her way, and she went to take her clothes off for somebody else. Seems reasonable. He told the next one he was from Edmonton. She giggled and things in the world seemed more balanced again.
Yada yada... they were all really tired the next day.
