Bad Habit

I've gotten a bit of a blogging bug, apparently. Missed you, Blogspot. I pointed someone I recently started talking to this way and now, when things happen in my day, I consider how worthwhile it would be to save my ramblings about it. Today was a day filled with those thoughts.

Crazy Horse stip club. Great time. So many boobs, all the lap dances. Why does every stripper want to grind on me? I'm not a great tipper, I'm mediocre at best. Two dollars on the walk and I'm being wrapped around by lithe women. My brother, the company advisor and a contract programer were all laughing and hollering at the strippers who were putting my hands on their bodies. One made me slap her ass. Twice. Once on each side. One girl walked through the club, wasn't up dancing and before she goes to the back, she just grabs my tits and says "honka honka" and walks away. This was between sets. The programmer and I are sitting front row and seeing how the dances go. If I put money in front of him, the dancer will dance for me. If he puts money in front of or on me, the dancer STILL dances in front of or on me. One girl did dance in my lap but put his hands on her. All in all, an excellent bonding experience for all of us. 

At one point, the programmer built a small house of one dollar bills in front of me. I was then ground on so hard, things started being pushed out of my pockets. This then had me dubbed a "money pinata" by all three guys. The girl who danced to Video Games by Lana del Ray might be my stripper love. 

Half of the people at the Jack in the Box after Crazy Horse closed were also from the club. 

Today was also the birthday for someone who is very close to my heart, someone whom I consider a surrogate Mom. The family and I celebrated by hanging around the house, sunning by the pool, smoking cigarettes and generally being awesome.