Well, here we are...
'tis the very end of 2006. What's the best part about that?
Right... Twilight Zone marathon. I'm going to be watching the SciFi channel for the next 10 hours.
Last night at the Strip Club was absolutely disappointing if I must say so. I've been there a good number of times, and it was never this horrible. Usually, there is a decent amount of SG-esque girls there for me to fawn over and spend my money on... but not this time. There were only 2, one of which I had seen before, and she's a cool cat... and the other wasn't feeling well, so she left shortly after we arrived. Which left nothing but your standard townie that listens to horrible rap music and has absolutely no piercings or tattoos whatsoever. Needless to say, it all made for a disappointing trip, aside from the fact that I got a dance to "You Won't Know" and "Sowing Season (Yeah)" by Brand New. I mean... that's just awesome.
I am under the strict impression that tonight is going to hurt... and it's going to hurt bad. Alas, that is what New Years is for. It gives you the opportunity to drink away the memories of all the undesirable things that happened in the previous year, and to that I say "cheers!"
Until next year, everyone... which I predict will be no better.
Love,
Matt.
The message is clear. If you drink, don't drive. If your wife has had a few, don't let her drive... otherwise you might wake up with a whale of a headache in a deserted village in.... the Twilight Zone.
'tis the very end of 2006. What's the best part about that?
Right... Twilight Zone marathon. I'm going to be watching the SciFi channel for the next 10 hours.
Last night at the Strip Club was absolutely disappointing if I must say so. I've been there a good number of times, and it was never this horrible. Usually, there is a decent amount of SG-esque girls there for me to fawn over and spend my money on... but not this time. There were only 2, one of which I had seen before, and she's a cool cat... and the other wasn't feeling well, so she left shortly after we arrived. Which left nothing but your standard townie that listens to horrible rap music and has absolutely no piercings or tattoos whatsoever. Needless to say, it all made for a disappointing trip, aside from the fact that I got a dance to "You Won't Know" and "Sowing Season (Yeah)" by Brand New. I mean... that's just awesome.
I am under the strict impression that tonight is going to hurt... and it's going to hurt bad. Alas, that is what New Years is for. It gives you the opportunity to drink away the memories of all the undesirable things that happened in the previous year, and to that I say "cheers!"
Until next year, everyone... which I predict will be no better.
Love,
Matt.
The message is clear. If you drink, don't drive. If your wife has had a few, don't let her drive... otherwise you might wake up with a whale of a headache in a deserted village in.... the Twilight Zone.
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happy new year!
I'm scared though.. I've heard my share of horror stories about strip clubs around here.
*shudders*
All I want is one hot girl dancing to some type o, or manson, hell even NIN.
Hope you had a great new years eve