so my friend r.dale from nc has been in town this week. great fuckin guy. he's actually probably sleazier than i am, so we make a good team. he likes to drink and gamble, so we've had a pretty rockin time.
met up with postop and his roommate last night for drinks at hard rock and, after unsuccesfully trying to get into whiskey sky at green valley ranch (as a result of 3 of the 4 of us wearing t shirts) ended up at fado's, this little irish-type pub. postop and his roommate took off around 130 or 2 (evidently, they had to do an interview with some monkey at work this morning) and r.dale and i play some pai gow and blackjack, both of which i lost at. fucking bullshit table games. where the hell's the poker room?
anyway, we left there and went to spearmint rhino, where i was strucken by a bleached blonde superstar stripper dancing by the name courtney. when i finally got ahold of her, she informed me that she wouldn't dance for me because 'you're the kind of guy i'd fuck, not the kind i'd dance for. i have to go work, i'll be back.' i figured it was a bullshit line so she could go smoke or something ... but i wouldn't have it, so i demanded she dance for me. and as she did, i could only stare right into her eyes. that gets em every time, hehheh. she gave me her number (i didnt even ASK) and told me to call her since she was leaving, which i did. we proceeded to play drunken phone tag at 7 in the am till we finally had our phones on at the same time. i learned the she's 23, from sacamento, been in vegas for 3 months, is somewhere on playboy.com. 0and she wants to take me out tomorrow night.
i'm supposed to call and harass her today. which i'll be doing shortly.
no matter what, i can always count on strippers.
she looks like a younger, prettier version of jessica, which is why i was immediately drawn to her. same hair, similar face, better body. yummy.
can't wait for tomorrow!
met up with postop and his roommate last night for drinks at hard rock and, after unsuccesfully trying to get into whiskey sky at green valley ranch (as a result of 3 of the 4 of us wearing t shirts) ended up at fado's, this little irish-type pub. postop and his roommate took off around 130 or 2 (evidently, they had to do an interview with some monkey at work this morning) and r.dale and i play some pai gow and blackjack, both of which i lost at. fucking bullshit table games. where the hell's the poker room?
anyway, we left there and went to spearmint rhino, where i was strucken by a bleached blonde superstar stripper dancing by the name courtney. when i finally got ahold of her, she informed me that she wouldn't dance for me because 'you're the kind of guy i'd fuck, not the kind i'd dance for. i have to go work, i'll be back.' i figured it was a bullshit line so she could go smoke or something ... but i wouldn't have it, so i demanded she dance for me. and as she did, i could only stare right into her eyes. that gets em every time, hehheh. she gave me her number (i didnt even ASK) and told me to call her since she was leaving, which i did. we proceeded to play drunken phone tag at 7 in the am till we finally had our phones on at the same time. i learned the she's 23, from sacamento, been in vegas for 3 months, is somewhere on playboy.com. 0and she wants to take me out tomorrow night.
i'm supposed to call and harass her today. which i'll be doing shortly.
no matter what, i can always count on strippers.
she looks like a younger, prettier version of jessica, which is why i was immediately drawn to her. same hair, similar face, better body. yummy.
can't wait for tomorrow!
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you just can't always count on strippers.
word. further updates as situation warrants.