"i am, getting so hot, i wanna take my clothes off!"
so....we went out to a club called "south beach" last night. i had to ask some horribly bitchy girl to sign us in (we had no membership), and that was just the beginning. the only imported beer they had was heineken. YUCK. i had a yuengling. the boys...oh the poor, poor boys...had to tuck in their shirts. needless to say, they looked a bit silly. attached to this club was the "palomino". yes....that was a country-western club. much line dancing was taking place. i did not realize that you could do that to any song. my bad. will decided to un-tuck his shirt and was quickly asked to tuck it back in. to which he responded "what? i can't hear you." about 3 times before he did so.
we tried to stay in good spirits (at least until we finished our beers), so we made our way up by the dance floor to ogle and make fun of the horrible booty dancing. as we are standing there, a girl in tight ORANGE jeans and a black shirt stumbles up to the top stage and begins badly dancing and trying to look sexy while that "i wanna take my clothes off" song is playing. she wanted to be (and was) the center of attention. next thing we know, she's flashing everyone stripper style with no bra. (small titties, but overall, not bad.) the bouncers see it after she does this about 2 more times and we think they are going to kick her out. nope. just told her not to do it anymore. so, she proceeds to do it about 3 more times and finally they remove her. we take this as our cue to leave as well, since we have seen the show already and feel the need to move on.
part 2:
we get out to the car quickly (passing the titty girl who is still flashing the whole parking lot) and drive toward the "big apple", which is one of our favorite bars in fayettenam. we get a parking space up front and enter to someone singing (this is a karaoke bar) that damn evanescence song really loudly. we get beer (still no bacardi silver for karla...so picky) and try to get a pool table. when our turn is up the hustler at the table lets me know that i have to play him and win to own "his" table. after much arguing, cussing, almost fighting, talking to the bouncer, almost shoving a pool stick up his ass, and many other obscenities, i convince will (muggan_music) to play him and kick his ass. which he did...and i have never been so proud and booyah and "fuck you...in your face motherfucker!" all at one time. we got our table, he eventually left our sight, and we proceeded to enjoying the rest of our evening. more bad karaoke..."i need a hero!"...and then i sang some kylie minogue and even had people up dancing on the stage with me. it was a happy ending.
sooooo.....what came of this horrible chain of events? a nice story and an incredibly long (but interesting and long overdue) journal entry.
so....we went out to a club called "south beach" last night. i had to ask some horribly bitchy girl to sign us in (we had no membership), and that was just the beginning. the only imported beer they had was heineken. YUCK. i had a yuengling. the boys...oh the poor, poor boys...had to tuck in their shirts. needless to say, they looked a bit silly. attached to this club was the "palomino". yes....that was a country-western club. much line dancing was taking place. i did not realize that you could do that to any song. my bad. will decided to un-tuck his shirt and was quickly asked to tuck it back in. to which he responded "what? i can't hear you." about 3 times before he did so.
we tried to stay in good spirits (at least until we finished our beers), so we made our way up by the dance floor to ogle and make fun of the horrible booty dancing. as we are standing there, a girl in tight ORANGE jeans and a black shirt stumbles up to the top stage and begins badly dancing and trying to look sexy while that "i wanna take my clothes off" song is playing. she wanted to be (and was) the center of attention. next thing we know, she's flashing everyone stripper style with no bra. (small titties, but overall, not bad.) the bouncers see it after she does this about 2 more times and we think they are going to kick her out. nope. just told her not to do it anymore. so, she proceeds to do it about 3 more times and finally they remove her. we take this as our cue to leave as well, since we have seen the show already and feel the need to move on.
part 2:
we get out to the car quickly (passing the titty girl who is still flashing the whole parking lot) and drive toward the "big apple", which is one of our favorite bars in fayettenam. we get a parking space up front and enter to someone singing (this is a karaoke bar) that damn evanescence song really loudly. we get beer (still no bacardi silver for karla...so picky) and try to get a pool table. when our turn is up the hustler at the table lets me know that i have to play him and win to own "his" table. after much arguing, cussing, almost fighting, talking to the bouncer, almost shoving a pool stick up his ass, and many other obscenities, i convince will (muggan_music) to play him and kick his ass. which he did...and i have never been so proud and booyah and "fuck you...in your face motherfucker!" all at one time. we got our table, he eventually left our sight, and we proceeded to enjoying the rest of our evening. more bad karaoke..."i need a hero!"...and then i sang some kylie minogue and even had people up dancing on the stage with me.
it was a happy ending.
sooooo.....what came of this horrible chain of events? a nice story and an incredibly long (but interesting and long overdue) journal entry.
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Blah! Fayettenam clubs fucking suck! Fuck the clubs here!