Mad props to the ATL...
Well, busy weekend as usual, and also as usual, I've come home too late and too tired (further exacerbated by coming home and chatting/flirting for several hours with my new best friend) to do a real post...so instead, updates and/or weekend synopsis will have to wait until tomorrow, and in it's stead, I humbly sumbit this reconstituted (that is to say altered to make sense within this context) comment, originally left on a friend's blog. It's about my first strip club experience ever, which happened to take place in that fair city, and my subesquent love for it. original post in italics, enjoy. (My notes here non-italicized)
OMG, I [heart] Kenna!(Kenna was mentioned in her post.)
I also [heart] the ATL. Went to my first strip club ever there, yessir. I was there on business, opening Best Buy # 513, Northlake (?), when my partner in crime, this middle aged guy from OH named Mike, suggested we go. The Goldrush showbar, yes indeed. Once there, I proceeded to break the cardinal rule of strip clubs, and that is I promptly developed a crush on the first girl who danced for me. In this case, a statuesque blonde named Tabitha. I spent every available moment (over the next couple days, anyway) at that club, along with every available dollar of my per diem, and then some. I did end up figuring out that I was being a complete and total ass about the whole thing, and thankfully, came to my senses prior to my departure of that fair city. To this day, I still have a weakness and unnatural affinity for dancers...[sigh]... (I really do seem to have a thing for dancers...go figure...)
I'm listening to Kenna - Love Hate Sensation now in tribute to your weekend.
It should be noted that I also had the misfortune of being out there at the exact week of "Freaknik", or, as it was explained to me, black spring break. And then we decided to hit Atlanta Underground, an underground mall that's apparently predominantly frequented by patrons of a darker persuasion to begin with, hilarity and madness ensued, but I think that's a story for another day.
I've been meaning to officially link to this site for a while now, as I've read it on and off for a bit, and find it consistently amusing and enlightening, AllThingsChristie. To say that she's a hottie Canadian geek chick with a blog would be to do her a grave injustice, but yet not at all affect it's truth content. It'll be on the sidebar from here on out, read it, enjoy it, check out other links in the sidebar, these are the people to whom I look for inspiration. Or something like that...
Wardrobe malfunction of the week goes to Sophie Marceau, who is actually (and for a refreshing change,) hot...thank god this finally happend with someone who's marginally attractive (OK, maybe notsomuch in that second linked photo, but overall, definitely as compared to Tara and Janet...) and has breasts (or even a breast) that I'd want to see! Yay Sophie, you're still hot, and now a even a little inadvertently slutty.
I'm not what one would call a Paris Hilton fan, but I love Hardee's/Carl's Jr. burgers (yum), and this just makes me want one all that much more. And it's nice eye candy.
Oh yeah, and by way of completely random yet edgy thought of the day that goes in the blog for shock value and/or comedic effect, racial equality will never exist in a world where someone can say "big black cock" (in whatever context really, it doesn't matter all that much) and be taken seriously, but not "big yellow cock" and not be laughed out of the room. That's a hypothetical, by the way. Maybe.
More tomorrow...
OMG, I [heart] Kenna!(Kenna was mentioned in her post.)
I also [heart] the ATL. Went to my first strip club ever there, yessir. I was there on business, opening Best Buy # 513, Northlake (?), when my partner in crime, this middle aged guy from OH named Mike, suggested we go. The Goldrush showbar, yes indeed. Once there, I proceeded to break the cardinal rule of strip clubs, and that is I promptly developed a crush on the first girl who danced for me. In this case, a statuesque blonde named Tabitha. I spent every available moment (over the next couple days, anyway) at that club, along with every available dollar of my per diem, and then some. I did end up figuring out that I was being a complete and total ass about the whole thing, and thankfully, came to my senses prior to my departure of that fair city. To this day, I still have a weakness and unnatural affinity for dancers...[sigh]... (I really do seem to have a thing for dancers...go figure...)
I'm listening to Kenna - Love Hate Sensation now in tribute to your weekend.
It should be noted that I also had the misfortune of being out there at the exact week of "Freaknik", or, as it was explained to me, black spring break. And then we decided to hit Atlanta Underground, an underground mall that's apparently predominantly frequented by patrons of a darker persuasion to begin with, hilarity and madness ensued, but I think that's a story for another day.
I've been meaning to officially link to this site for a while now, as I've read it on and off for a bit, and find it consistently amusing and enlightening, AllThingsChristie. To say that she's a hottie Canadian geek chick with a blog would be to do her a grave injustice, but yet not at all affect it's truth content. It'll be on the sidebar from here on out, read it, enjoy it, check out other links in the sidebar, these are the people to whom I look for inspiration. Or something like that...
Wardrobe malfunction of the week goes to Sophie Marceau, who is actually (and for a refreshing change,) hot...thank god this finally happend with someone who's marginally attractive (OK, maybe notsomuch in that second linked photo, but overall, definitely as compared to Tara and Janet...) and has breasts (or even a breast) that I'd want to see! Yay Sophie, you're still hot, and now a even a little inadvertently slutty.
I'm not what one would call a Paris Hilton fan, but I love Hardee's/Carl's Jr. burgers (yum), and this just makes me want one all that much more. And it's nice eye candy.
Oh yeah, and by way of completely random yet edgy thought of the day that goes in the blog for shock value and/or comedic effect, racial equality will never exist in a world where someone can say "big black cock" (in whatever context really, it doesn't matter all that much) and be taken seriously, but not "big yellow cock" and not be laughed out of the room. That's a hypothetical, by the way. Maybe.
More tomorrow...
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