Night Clubs

Last night was IT-Girl's birthday. [IT-Girl(IT for short) is a really good friend of mine.] She invited me out to dinner at this restaurant called Bistro 333 in downtown Toronto. Let me start off my saying, the night was a bit rocky. First, the restaurant loses our reservation, then they set up a crappy table for us with crappy chairs in the middle of the small and constrained bistro. I don't think so. IT requested that we be moved to the back once the people there are finished. So, we waited an additional 15 minutes and finally got a decent table. I think the host was hitting on me because he kept trying to find a reason to touch me.

After being seated, our waitor came over and introduced himself. I was oddly attracted to this man, even though he wasn't my type. He was tall, shaved head, blue eyes, and just extremely friendly and personable. So anyways, after taking our order, the girls and I chatted for a bit about what's been going on with us. I met a few of IT's friends who were very nice.

Once the food came out I was so happy! Unfortunately, everyone got their food about 10 minutes before me! Apparently they had made a mistake with my order, they put mushrooms in my veggie wrap when there shouldn't have been, and they had to open the wrap up and take them out. Come to think about it, the food wasn't all that good. [Towards the end of the night, it wasn't sitting very well.] Why did I go to an over priced restaurant when I could have gone to Mega Wraps and gotten the same thing, at a cheaper price, and made the exact way that I want it?

The restaurant that we went to has a club upstairs [Menage], and one of my favourite radio stations DJ's there. Naturally, I thought it would be a blast. When we got upstairs, the music was thumping, and the crowd looked pretty good. People were dressed nicely, and they were between the ages of 21-25 which was perfect! Unfortuantely, the people that I was with did not like it, so they dragged me out of my safe haven and into this other place called the Guverment. [I don't like the spelling of that word, it bothers me.] To get to this place, we had to leave the nice parking spot that we had (and paid 15 dollars for), drive 10 minutes to another part of Toronto, pay another 10 dollars for parking, and then on top of that pay $15 for cover! How ridonkulous is that? And the club sucked! The people in there were either high, drunk, or perverted.

In one night:

1) I was flashed by some guy.
2) I had a drink spilled on my shoes. (minor accident)
3) I was elbowed.
4) I was proposed to by the bouncer. This one deserves a bit more of an explanation. When we were outside waiting in line, we didn't know if we were in the right spot (Guest list vs. no guest list) so I asked him as he was walking by if we were in the right place. As soon as I had gone up to him, he stuck out his arms and said "Marry Me." To which I replied, "Ummm....." Why can't I ever come up with anything witty on the spot?
5) My boobs kept popping out of my tank top. It's my own fault really. I kept fidgeting the whole night, and men kept staring at my goodies.
6) I was hit on by an Irish man from Belfast. He tried to start a conversation with me in a club whose music was louder than a super sonic jet. I could barely make out what he was saying. When he asked me for my name, I obviously lied and said: Sydney. Hehe, inspired by Alias of course. And then he went on to babble and I had no idea what he was saying, so I just nodded and smiled.

All in all, it was an eventful night filled with drunken stupour, dumb mistakes, and idiots.

Will I ever do the club thing again? I don't think so. I'm getting to old for the loud music (my head is still pounding), my feet can't handle the dancing in high heels the way they used to, and I wasn't even drunk.

I guess this is what happens when you mature. *sigh* To be immature again...

Hiding From Your Problems

Now, don't let the title fool you. This isn't some sort of 'deep' post created Oprah styles to convince you to grow up, face your problems through a series of events where running away from your troubles resulted in more problems and a life lesson. Oh no - that's just not my style.

So it all began about 30 minutes ago. I finished my last exam *hoorah!* and wa walking outside towards the bagel shop, the sun was shining, every where was a atmosphere of hope for what the summer might bring off set by a certain drunken stupour characteristic of the end of year. Life was perfect, and innocent. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around and a horror so unimaginable in its grotesque nature that words could not describe it - Andrew. *shudders* He is a communist/punkrock/anti-establishment dirtbag who became obsessed with me last year in a philosophy class. Since that class he has emailed me about 70 times with proposals for marraige and highly innapropriate sex acts involving midgets and helpless animals. I thought I had finally lost him but there he was - a spectre of my past. His hair was matted, probably with the blood of his other female victims, his shirt covered in .holes which read 'I (heart) Boobs', and he carried with him that wonderfully pungent odour of 75 year old homeless man. He followed me to the bagel shop bantering on about something - im not exactly sure what I was busy looking for the nearest escape route - which I found, the ladies washroom. I ran in waited for about 10 minutes walked out looked around and I heaved a sigh of relief cause he was gone. Or so I thought. The next thing I hear is "Where you taking a dump?! You were in there for soo long!" it was shouted more than said, in the middle of about 30 other students. I was mortified made up some excuse of having to go to the library and darted off. I could hear him following me so I bolted - literally RAN to the nearst stairwell and hid for 20 minutes beneath the stairs cowering in fear.

This is why, ladies and gentlemen, my new saying shall be: "Ha! I laugh in the face of awkward danger - Then I run and hide until it goes away"

The soul sucking leeches Part 2

The soul sucking leeches, otherwise known as my internet provider, actually didn't suck the life/money out of me. When I called yesterday about my internet connection not working, they spent 45 minutes actually trying to help me. Yep, that's right folks, I said help. Can you believe it? They even gave me a whoel bunch of steps to follow when my internet connection just doesn't want to co-operate.

Unfortunately Lappy, my wonderful laptop, is down for repairs. My stupid cd rom drive is defective. I'm so pissed. Lappy is still a newborn (approximately 4 months old) and he already has to go to the shop to have his parts replaced. That's sacrelige! Anyways, I brought him into the shop on Sunday morning, and they told me they would call me by today to let me know what's wrong with him (even though I specifically told them what the problem was). So, after not hearing back from them, I decided to go to the shop after work.

When I arrived there, the gentleman who was serving me could not find my computer. At this point I was clenching my fists and getting ready to yell, when another sales associate came (who knew what he was doing) and once he searched the computer, he told me that it had already been sent out for repairs. I gave him this look of death and asked them in an eerily calm voice why they did not call me to tell me what the diagnosis was and ask for my permission to send it away. I have important files on Lappy that may be lost because the fuckers didn't even bother to back everything up!

So I spent a good 20 minutes yelling at them for not calling me to tell me that my computer needs to be sent out. Who does stuff like that? A surgeon does not operate on your without asking for your permission right? A shop should not send out your computer without your permission. ARGH! Basically I concluded with: If you lose/damage/misuse my computer I will be so far up your asses with lawsuits that when I spit, it's coming out of your mouths.

Besides my computer drama, I bumped into a girl I went to elementary school with. She, who is the same age as me, now has a three-year old daughter. I couldn't believe it. Her daughter is so adorable though, and very sociable. We spent a couple of minutes talking about Smarties and her favourite colours.

Actually, while we're talking about soul sucking leeches, NoBalls cancelled the date we were supposed to have today. He calls me at the last minute to say that he got called into work and that he wouldn't be able to make it. HE cancelled a date with ME. The butthead. He's going to have to put the effort in to make it up to me now...

On the bright side, the cancellation did lead to something good. PinkPolish and I were finally able to reunite after a two week separation. *Tear* We just got so busy with school that we didn't have time to even get together for a half hour for a cup of coffee. Today, however, we got together at our usual spot where the creepy Russian works. He always casts these long stares in our direction and it's really quite disturbing.

Ooh, one more piece of exciting news, we have finally confirmed our "hotel" reservations for New York! Both PinkPolish and I are so excited! We can't wait to tour the universities (as corny as that sounds) and shop 'til we drop. I am determined to walk into Manolo Blahnik and gape at all of the beautiful shoes.

Other than that, I don't have a whole helluva lot to say except I finally got a new phone, a phone which has brought me into the 21st century! Woo hoo!

I can't wait for Prison Break tonight! *Drools* Wentworth Miller....yummy...

Sucker

So yesterday went well with Hottie. We went for a drive to this park area walked around, talked for 3 hours and did the whole bonding and flirting thing with mucho sexual tension - but thats how I like it becuase it makes that first kiss all the better. But there was no first kiss yesterday I dropped him off at home and then I went to see my boyfriend. Hottie asked me if I wanted to go to the strip club with them last nite, an invitation I declined. Everything seemed to be fine, but then this morning I get a call from my friend who told me that Hottie went home with some chick named Nadine last nite. I feel like such a sucker - he tried to feed me that line of "i'm a secondary virgin - ive had sex but ive never enjoyed it" a statement which sparked my interest because I would get to be the one to show him how great sex could be. Now that I think back on it - it was a pretty smart move on his part. Tell girls youve never had good sex, then they try to give you the best sex possible. I should have realised the little shit was up to something when he said that he had never enjoyed sex. What man on earth has never enjoyed sex - there are plenty of women who have never but men, its like genetically impossible.

Into Another Bind

So I've gotten myself into another bind...this is starting to become the story of my life. I was at a party last night - it was filled with a bunch of 18 year olds so needless to say I felt a bit out of place especially when they were all running around high on E and playing with laser pens. Actually before I continue this story I would like to make a little aside about these fucking laster pens. Who the fuck made these things?! They apparently can cause temporary blindness, and yet they are used as a visual aide. Its like all those medications you see advertised on T.V. "Buy so-and-so product, it will help you drop those last 50LBs youve beenworking soo hard to lose on your diet of twinkies and cream cheese. *cut to screen of fat woman and thin woman standing side by side who clearly are two different people* *black screen and fast moving type* Warning: Some side affects of using this product may include insomnia, paranoia, fatigue, sculiosis, chronic diahhrhea, vomiting, heart failure, and bleeding of the rectum" But anyways, I seem to have been a bit side tracked.. so yes I was at a party at a friends house who knows a bunch of 18yr old crack whores - literally, they did crack and 3 of them looked like courtney love. So anyways, the night seemed like it would be a total waste of time but my BF really wanted to go. Then al of a sudden my friends roommate shows up - honestly it was a total movie moment, the sea of drunken prosti-tots parted and through them like moses, HOTTIE strutted surrounded by the glow of the broken and flickering porch light as the red dot of the laser pen danced across his chiseled features. *deep sigh* Alrite so he was a fine piece of ass. We spent the entire night glancing at eachother slyly, I was wearing a white mini skirt so i would purposely 'adjust' myself to lend a perfect shot to the pink panties I was wearing, thankfully this time I rememberd to wear underwear unlike that other time - but thats a different story. So the night when by and then it was time to leave and I gave him one last knowing glance and left with my compeltely trashed boyfriend.

I was talking with my friend the next day and inquired into Hottie to see if he was single and low and behold he is single. My friend worked a bit of magic and he and I were talking online for a good 3 hours. I discovered that he and I have the same birthday, he is also an aspiring professor and is going to be going to my university working towards the same degree after taking some time off school. Other things were learned but the main point is that he is basically me, with a penis. I can be a very direct person sometimes so I told him that I was very attracted to him and wanted to sleep with him to which he agreed, obviously, he is a man. I suggested that we all meet up tonight to play some pool, drink some beer & make merry and so we all met up, boyfriend included, at a local bar. THe boyfriend was being a wet rag, and managed to clear the entire table after making the comment "If you ever cheated on me, I would go to your house, ring your bell and blow my head off in front of whoever answered." Now, ladies and gentlemen, we understand why I am still with the pervert, he is fucking insane. Anyways, hottie and I were watching eachother the entire night and afterwards he sent me a txt msg asking to rendeavouz at some romantic outdoor location he knows at midnight for a lovers trist! I decided not to go depsite the fact that im sure it would have been amazing especially since he has one of those really nice perky bums. It's strange, I actually want to get to know him first which is a problem - I could see myself developing feelings for this guy. It was left with me and him meeting up tomorrow during the day - I dont know what's going to happen.

Im going to leave it there - on the soap opera note...To Be Continued...Next week on 'Raunchy Romances' PinkPolish has to chose between two loves - her boyfriend and the love of good sex. What will she di? Will she throw away 3 years of her relationship for Hotties tight yet still bouncy ass? DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

Another Year

Where to begin? A lot has happened since my last post - I would love to say that I have fallen behind posting because of my hectic schedule and other pressing demands but that would be a lie, in reality I have spent the last week eating, sitting on my ass, worrying about summer and short weather comming up, and watching re-runs of friends. Although, I did work out twice, once on the eliptical machine, the other time to the Carmen Electra strip aerobics dvds, which, while helpful if I was to being my own burlesque troop, didnt really 'work me out' and I think I pulled a muscle after I finished with the lap dance portion of the lesson...

However, something semi-eventful did happen, on Sunday I turned another year older. That's right! Im one step closer to being able to justify the use of adult diapers, no longer will I have to get up during an episode of Gilmoure Girls to go pee, nor will I have to worry about that pesky flushing business that men just cant seem to be bothered to do... Ok I have oficially sickened myself so I will move on with the topic. Birthday, yes...aging...wrinkles...sagging...shrivelling bloom of youth...osteoperosis....liver spots....grey hair...viagra.,..broken hips. I think I've pretty much covered it right? Why is it that I am only in my early 20's and already I have begun to fear the prospect of getting old? It's sad really, I have already made the swtich to only using moisturizers that contain that 'skin firming anti-aging formlua', and yesterday, I caught myself wishing I had brought my sunglasses when I went outside becuase squinting was going to give me crowsfeet. Why is it that women spend their entire youth scared about growing old? Shouldnt we be more concerned with our imminent death rather than a few wrinkly bits? I mean the whole obsession with eternal beauty and youth does seem a bit un-realistic and demented, yet, I can't bring myself to fear my own death, but the thought of laugh lines is enough to make me want to adopt hundreds of orphan babies and create an advanced machine to sap and harvest their youth. *evil cackle* I realise that this obsession with staying young forever is really a problem perpetuated by a media that tells us that old is ugly and young is where it's at, but frankly, I dont care. Ill admit it - Id rather bathe in the blood of 30 youthful virgins to keep my tits perky than risk tripping on them and breaking a hip at 70.

The one that got away...

So on Saturday, at my other job, [when I don't work in the Admissions office at my university, I work as a secretary for a non-profit organization] we had a board of directors meeting. Of course, the privilege of keeping time and notes was my assigned to me. The meeting went well, but I felt so inferior in comparison to some of the people who there. First of all, every single person in the room either had two or more university degrees or a PhD. Can you say holy crap? During the meeting, I sat between this distinguished Classicist, who is now a retired professor, and this other professor who teaches at the university I attend. I felt so awkward because some of the jokes they were made just went right over my head. Here they are making a joke about Epicurus and here's me look bafffled. Once everyone started to laugh though, I figured, what the hell, I'll throw in a giggle too, just so I don't look like an idiot with a confused look on my face.

Besides the meeting, my weekend was filled with studying for my final exam which I wrote today. I can proudly say that I rocked that bitch! The exam went so well! I have never felt more confident about handing in an exam before.

It's gorgeous outside today, and instead of going outside to enjoy the weather, I stayed inside and slept. Why you may ask? Well, because I just couldn't fall asleep last night. You can imagine me trying to wake up this morning. Ugh, it was brutally painful. Even the lady at Tim Horton's knew that I needed a large cup of coffee.

So, do ya'll remember ToonMan? [Check out the post - A Slow yet Insightful Night (February archives), if you don't.] He sent me an email today telling me about a the really cool gift he got his girlfriend for Easter. He took a Kinder Surprise egg (the big one), carefully unwrapped it, opened the egg, took out the toy, inserted a beautiful blue necklace inside, and closed the egg back up, and wrapped it so it didn't look tampered with. *Sigh* Of course Mrs. Masters loved the gift. What I would give to be in her place right now.

I must admit, I think I still have feelings for him. Oh my God. I can't believe I just said that out loud. I actually have feelings for ToonMan. But is there any way that I can replace Mrs. Masters? She is the apple of his eye, the jelly on his peanut-butter sandwhich. He keeps telling me how much he loves her and how he wants to eventually marry her. God, I can't believe he's talking to her about marriage. Can I really come between the two of them when he is so happy? Probably not.

Come to think of it, every guy that I have ever dated, I have compared to ToonMan. Perhaps that's why I'm "single." [Update: Bricks and I are through. He was just getting a little too creepy for me.] Nobody can live up to him. How can you let go of something you like so much? He was the one that got away.

Funerals

So today is going to be the first time I'll be going to a funeral home since a friend of mine passed away just before I graduated from high school. I've never been a fan of funerals, or funeral homes for that matter, but then again, who is? I figured that this is probably my last chance to say goodbye.

George Kriarakis was brutally murdered along with seven other people last Saturday in a shooting which occurred close to London, Ontario. He was a good man, who cared deeply about his family and his friends, and who had been recently married. Can you imagine being widowed after only a year of marriage? I met George more than twenty years ago. He and my brother used to play together all the time and our parents were extremely close friends. As we grew up though, we moved in different directions, however, we never lost our friendship. When we heard the news, we were devistated. I couldn't believe that something like this could happen to our family. (I consider these people family because they have always been there for us.)

His body has finally been released to the family, and so, he will be at the funeral home today for people's final farewells. I can only imagine how hard it must be for the family to cope with such a great loss.

My comments towards the media:
Have you no sense of morals? I understand that your job is to report news to the public, however, with topics like this, you must take into consideration the families of the deceased. Have you no decency? No ethics? No sense of what it feels to lose someone so dear to you? All you want is to be left alone! Not to have some fucking prick knocking on your door wanting to ask a billion questions so they can "report" on the "facts" that they have found. While browsing the internet, I found quite a few articles who are trying to portray George in a negative light, making him out to be something he is not. Let me remind you, HE is a VICTIM. He is the one is no longer with us because of someone else's actions. DON'T FORGET THAT. I'll admit, George was an independent man who led his own life, however, that does not give the media license to run with that story and throw in a bunch of "facts," which they claim they have gotten from "credible sources." RESPECT THE FAMILIES AND THE GRIEF THEY ARE ENDURING RIGHT NOW! And if you can't do that, may I suggest you skin yourselves. Then, hang that skin up on a clothes line, take some kerosine and soak it. Then, may I further suggest that you take a match, and light it.

To the police:
Thank you for your expediency and professionalism in this matter. I just wish you would not have revealed the identities of the victims because of the media frenzy which has surrounded the families now.

RIP George. You will be dearly missed.

The Day of Assholes

So today really does seem to be the day of assholes. LemonDrop sees men peeing, meets a hot schitzo and I get a dirty redneck. I was at the liquor store today - I needed to pick up some rum for a friend who was comming over later. So I walked into the liquor store, my sun glasses still on made a mad dash for the rum and went straight to the cashier because the liquor store is the last place I want to be seen at at 1 in the afternoon. The transaction began and the cashier was making small talk and I noticed that a man, wearing red flannel and a trucker hat with a dirt tan walked up behind me with a BOX of wine. And when I say BOX I dont mean he had a box with a few bottles in it, no no no, I mean a BAG of wine in a BOX with a TAP! *shudders* Not only that, but the name of the wine was...."Cat Piss On A Bush" I am not kidding - it was actually called Cat Piss.

So, as I begin paying, the redneck behind me says "I wish my daddy was rich so I could be unemployed and Party all night too." I was completely shocked - I turned around took off my sunglasses and gave him 'the look.' You know what Im talking about ladies - that look you give men when theyve just smacked your ass, or your walking with your boyfriend and you see him staring at some other girls tits. Its the 'I am NOT impressed' look. Well stupidly I waited for an appology which obviously didnt come. Instead he gave me this goofy smirk on a face that you know just jumped out of a scene from 'Deliverance'. So I decided to reply with: "Yeah, Well I wish my welfare checks could buy cheap wine too." Needless to say our inbred friend didnt take to kindly to that comment and started causing a scene but another cashier called him over and he calmed town. My cashier was nearly pissing himself laughing.

Really gentlemen, Not the most shining day for the male species.

I will never understand men

Men normally voice their complaints about how difficult it is to read women, but really, it's the other way around. Men are just a tabula rasa. They can be the most romantic people one minute, and then they are the biggest assholes this planet has to offer.

For example, I stopped by Walmart to purchase a Sex and the City DVD set, and I started chatting to this one guy who was in line with me. We were both complaining about stupid drivers on the road, and I thought things were going well, until the guy went all bi-polar on me. He started yelling out, "You fucking cunt! You're probably one of those fucking assholes on the road too!" Can you say psycho? And here I was, thinking, "Hmm, maybe I should give this guy my number." I peeled out of there faster than a fat kid in a health food store.

So, not only did I get yelled at by a stranger, for no reason mind you, I also saw TWO men peeing at the side of the road on my way home from Walmart. I guess I was wrong before when I said men were monkies. [http://suburban-swank.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-and-monkies.html] Men are dogs.

Let us see compare the two species:

Dogs pee in public and in various inappropriate places.
Men pee in public places and on the side of the road. (Peeing in inappropriate places is still to be determined.)

Dogs are hairy creatures who shed.
Men are hairy creatures who, if they have excess hair...cough Bricks...[http://suburban-swank.blogspot.com/2006/03/hairy-and-uncircumsized.html] need to shave it off.

Dogs have smelly breath.
Men have semi-bad breath. (Depends on the man you're dating. Some of them have very nice minty breath.)

Have I proven my point yet? Maybe I'm just being a bit harsh. Perhaps this is a retalliation to the crazy Turrets guy in Walmart.

Oh, PinkPolish and I saw Ice Age 2 today. Great movie! I LOVE Scrap!

40 Sporty & Sexy

So, as LemonDrop has explained, the night of partial male nudity was quite enjoyable as predicted. I have never seen a group of hotter 40-50 year olds in my entire life! They had some of the best bodies I have ever seen! My favourite though, had to be the 29 year old. He came out right after the extremely buff Latin Dancer who had velcro pants and was able to whip them off and shake his very firm bottom around, so when 29 came up and he was short, kinda scrawny with a full suit on I was prepared to be dissapointed. Luckily, I has happily surprised when he removed his top exposing a nipple ring, and finally his pants as he sported a black man-thong. I will give him this much - that is the largest package I have ever seen especially on one soo small. (And seeing big dicks in porn doesnt count - only ones you get to see in real life)

But this whole experience taught me some very valuable things. (a) Large groups of single middle-aged women getting ready to see men undress is a revolutionists wet dream. No longer is there need for guns, or poorly trained geurilla soldiers...no no, the day I decide to take over the world is the day I hit a 40's single bar, tell the women that there are naked men and free booze waiting for them in the white house and then sit back and watch the destruction as my army of sex deprived, depressed women fearing the onset of wrinkles and saggy breasts claw their way past homeland security. *evil cackle*(b) No matter where or when you go, the women's washroom will ALWAYS have a line up. I am convinced now that women either have the smallest bladders in the world or we are on some sort of universal Urine Clock that goes off at the same time for everyone. (c) I have a serious man-bum fetish. That is right I admit it - I love ass - Secretly I have been harbouring the desires of a gay black man beneath my white female exterior. It was 29 that really set me off - the perkiness of his ass, the way it slightly jiggled as he danced, the way the light bounced off his ass dimples. *sigh*

From this experience I have now decided that since I have tried picking men based on their personality, sense of humour, intelligence, and boyish charm - Instead I will be changing my name to Shaniqua, my personal anthem to "Baby got Back", and choosing my men based on the way their ass bounces as they walk.

Life's Lessons

10) Never leave your house without a tampon! You never want to be caught off guard. (PinkPolish will tell you about that.)

9) If you're going to wear high heels, use gel in-soles. They will save your feet from agony later.

8) Dance to your favourite song in your room singing into a hairbrush. You have to let loose every once and a while.

7) Fall in love at least once.

6) NEVER eat anything spicy if you're on a hot date and you know you're going back to his place. You may like spicy food but it may not always agree with your stomach.

5) Before wearing a tank top, shave your arm pits! (Isn't nasty when you see someone who raises their arms and all you see is bush?

4) If you know you're going to be going home/to the car/to the forest with someone, make sure you bring condoms in case the guy thinks he can get away with riding bare back.

3) It's okay to own more eye shadows than you'll ever wear.

2) Love your body. Love yourself.

1) Learn something new every day.

Now back to studying for my exams...

Recap of Calendar Boys

I can sum up tonight in one word: WOW.

It was absolutely amazing! The men were hot, and when they took off their clothes, they became hotter.

The event took place at this really nice pool hall/bar. The "live entertainment" which PinkPolish mentioned in her earlier post, actually ended up being karaoke. Yes, that's right folks, we listened to the songs: She's so vain, Born to be wild, Stand by me etc. I'm surprised that they didn't sing Survivor. I thought that was the staple song for karaoke bars.

Anyways, we took a walk once we parked the car. (This place is located by the lakeshore.) We went towards the lighthouse in hopes of finding a nice coffee shop that we can sit in to get a caffein buzz before we head over to the bar, but alas, to no avail. We ended up getting honked at about 8 times, and called to, by some old men who were sitting on the patio of a bar. Yuck. Finally, we found this quaint little shop called "Life. Coffee, ice cream..." and something else, I just can't remember right now because I'm zonked. After PinkPolish's espresso, and my marble cake, we made our way over to the bar which was filling up quickly.

We got in alright, and then ordered some yummy bruschetta. I think we should have gotten the small one because the large order that we place was enormous! I mean, we barely finished half of it, the rest went to waste. (It's a travesty, I know.) After the awful karaoke, and the food, the men finally came on! We were so excited!

Most of them were extremely good looking, and very built. Here's the jist of it: nipple piercing, male thong, tattoos, and really hot old men. I NEVER expected 50 year old men to be that good looking. I was oddly attracted to this 52 year old successful realestate developer. He had these piercing blue eyes that could penetrate through walls. The way he was dressed, his body....and when he took off his jacket to reveal a tank top, oh man...I was getting hot.

Anyways, there was another man who came on that had a nipple piercing, equally yummy, but I think he was married. There was also another really good looking man who actually stripped for us. He took it all off! And revealed, yep, you guessed it, a male thong! But let me tell you, his body was banging! His arms, his chest, his butt...but PinkPolish will fill you in on her fetish at a later date.

And that was our splendid night.

I'm too tired to write anymore, so LemonDrop out.

Calendar Boys

So tonite LemonDrop and I are heading out to a Breast Cancer charity event. I have been telling people this all day feeling all proud that I am doing my part to help mankind and to keep the Boobies healthy, something I think all men will thank me for. Of course when I mention the event I conveneiently forget to mention that Im only going for the half-naked men...It's a judging competition for a calendary the hospital is putting out for charity... *drools* half-naked men sounds good to me! Its like a strip club but without having to look at some guys flacid cock smacking against his legs to the music, so in other words it's better. It starts at 7 with some 'live entertainment' which im hoping translates into male strippers, booze and free prizes, and then the judging starts at 9, afterwards there is a bachelor auction so LemonDrop will be comming over to my place so we can get all pretty in hopes of catching some male models...or strippers, I'm ok with strippers too, i dont like being overly picky.

So busy with school

It's been crazy hectic at school with exams and essays due, however, while I was taking a break, I looked at the blog Overworked & Underf*cked, and came across "Naked Letters." I thought it was so cool, and that I should try it out:



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