2003-11-14 20:56:47

I just had a pretty funny experience tonight, and I wanted to share. Okay, so most of you probably know that Pat and I have been known, on occasion, to go to local strip clubs with friends. Well, there is this one called Barrel of Dolls. This particular establishment holds a special place in my heart. It's nearby, there's no cover, the drinks are dirt cheap, and it's a great ego boost. Seriously, there are only hellatious ta-tas there.

Well, I found myself there after work today, because a while back, I promised Pat I'd get a t-shirt for him from there. I was leery to go there alone, but I figured, what the heck, I've got my glasses on, a winter coat, I mean, come on.

So, I pull in the parking lot and get out of my car, and there are four guys standing outside. As I walk past them, one guy says, "Oh! Are you here to strip??" and my voice cracks, but I say "No!" I get inside and ask the bartender if they still sell t-shirts. He smirks and goes and gets me one. Then, he points to my ring and says, "Are you getting this for your old man?" and I smile and say, "Yes." He says, "You're alright."

When I go back outside, those four guys are still there. I kind of loop around so I don't have to walk through them, and the one guy from before says to his friends, "She should totally be a stripper." Then he says to me, "Hey! You should totally be a stripper." I politely thank him and walk away. As I do, he says, "Oh my god, look at that ass!" (I remind you, I had my winter coat on, which complete hides my "ass.")

This anecdote really illustrates two things. 1.) As far as the Barrel goes, I'm about the hottest thing going. 2.) This further proves the concept of nerve fatigue. This poor guy saw nothing but heinous girls for who knows how long. As far as he was concerned, I was the hottest girl in the world.

Alright, I don't really know where I was going with this story, but I thought you all might enjoy it nonetheless.

-Fran