All in a night's work

Right now, I will tell you this is a thoroughly immoral, stupid post. But, it needs to be chronicled so here goes:

We started the night as a typical Circus Thursday night – meeting up for drinks at Moe’s and Joe’s – an old bar with wooden seats, a jukebox that was never updated from since the 70s, graffiti made from sharpie that has somehow become the staple haunt of Circus kids for the sol reason that PBR is sold here for really cheap. And, we are despicably broke.

It was a pretty good night to be out. The weather was pleasant and cool and we enjoyed a round of drinks sitting on the makeshift patio outside the bar. We even lined up against the gates, so people who were coming in thought we were the bouncers. Some even flipped out their IDs for us. We played along, asking them for an admission fee as well but fessed up when they actually started paying us. Damn you, conscience!

It was BG’s birthday and by popular vote, it was decided to take him to a strip club (ATL is famous for insane number of strip clubs and porn-related stores – I’ve never been to a more sex-obsessed city). Our party broke and we headed to M’s place while some other went and picked up more friends. On our way there, we decided that we had to count all the bumps on the road just like the Count would on Sesame Street (the show, stupid). At every bump we’d go, “ Onnnnne! One bump! Aa!Aa!Aa!”, “Twoooooo! Twooooh bumps! Aa! Aa! Aa!” “Threeeeeee!Three bumps! Aa!Aa!Aa”…you get the idea.

Then at M’s place, we got bored of waiting and D’s buzz was wearing out. So, M pulled out some Absinthe, a euphism really for Some Nasty Shit. The sadder thing is that we actually drank it- it smelt like black liquerish but that’s where the similarities ended.

Thereafter, M took us on a tour of his complex and we decided to explore the restooms in greater detail. As I came out of the women’s room, I saw K walking down the hallway with his belt flailing and pants unzipped. His shirt covered his gentleman parts. As I did a double-take and balked, he said to me, "What Did you see my underwear, no right?” Oh, the joy of being one of the guys.

You might think this is where the debauchery ended, but hardly. We were heading to a strip club remember. We did make it there, and we did remember to print out a coupon for free entry( yes, we are resourceful when it comes to not paying for anything - even boob watching). And, BG got about 7 lap-dances that night. His girl friend also got one. Honestly, she looked like she enjoyed it more than he did. Stripper seemed to be more comfortable letting her touch than him anyway.

The night ended with me and D walking home from the club. Not to fear, we live right down the block from it, next to the largest liquor store in the neighbourhood. Yea, we are pimpin’ like that.

Naat.