Oh. My. God.
Last night I went to my friend Mike's bachelor party. We went to a strip club and two bars/clubs.
The strip club was great. Of course it was great, who doesn't love boobies? I've been to this particular strip club before - the ladies are adorable and very sweet and like to manhandle the girls who sit at the tiprail. There was one other girl who came with and she was pulled up on stage THREE times. They made me lay down over the tip rail and took money out of my skirt, but I didn't get pulled up on stage.
By the time we got to the clubs I was already pretty tipsy. At the door of the first place, the bouncer was scrutinizing my ID so I explained to him that my hair was bleached back when the picture was taken. He said he was looking at my eyebrows, not my hair (??), asked me what year I graduated and what my restrictions were. And I got in. My ID doesn't look a whole lot like me any more - one of the guys in our group said "OMG TAHTS YOU?!?!? TAHT PICSHURE LOOKS LIEK A MAN!!!1" Ugh. It's pretty funny because it's sort of true. It's a horrible picture.
Anyway, across the street at the other bar, the asshole at the door refused to let me in with my ID. It's probably because by then I was already pretty drunk, so as soon as we got to the door I started explaining my hair and whatnot.
So I had fun. Got really boozed up and went back to the bus early to lay down. Two other people were already in there, so I didn't feel so bad. ^_^
I was going to talk about something else, but I don't remember what.
Last night I went to my friend Mike's bachelor party. We went to a strip club and two bars/clubs.
The strip club was great. Of course it was great, who doesn't love boobies? I've been to this particular strip club before - the ladies are adorable and very sweet and like to manhandle the girls who sit at the tiprail. There was one other girl who came with and she was pulled up on stage THREE times. They made me lay down over the tip rail and took money out of my skirt, but I didn't get pulled up on stage.
By the time we got to the clubs I was already pretty tipsy. At the door of the first place, the bouncer was scrutinizing my ID so I explained to him that my hair was bleached back when the picture was taken. He said he was looking at my eyebrows, not my hair (??), asked me what year I graduated and what my restrictions were. And I got in. My ID doesn't look a whole lot like me any more - one of the guys in our group said "OMG TAHTS YOU?!?!? TAHT PICSHURE LOOKS LIEK A MAN!!!1" Ugh. It's pretty funny because it's sort of true. It's a horrible picture.
Anyway, across the street at the other bar, the asshole at the door refused to let me in with my ID. It's probably because by then I was already pretty drunk, so as soon as we got to the door I started explaining my hair and whatnot.
So I had fun. Got really boozed up and went back to the bus early to lay down. Two other people were already in there, so I didn't feel so bad. ^_^
I was going to talk about something else, but I don't remember what.
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query:
Okay, I am SO glad you wrote a journal entry about your ID because when I saw it I thought the same thing. That was what threw me more than actually seeing you- I wanted to say something about the ID but I didn't want to be too nosy, you know?
chezui23:
when you get to your mid-late twenties you'll prob get angry at the bouncers for NOT ID'ing you.
