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| - Finally! Something I agree with Sarah Jane W. about. 5 stars. Once upona time, a Joe Pesci actalike hustled me and three of the best human beings I know into a limo and saved us from strip hell. A cute blonde I knew back then haggled JP (who it turns out knows East Tennessee pretty well) out of a couple extra drinks and promos. So, at least half of this ???-fated party claimed to have never darkened the door of a boob bar. The questionableness of that claim notwithstanding, I don't hang with friends who lack impulsivity or are not susceptible to peer pressure given the right proportions of booze, drugs, titillation, or shame. I may also hang with you if you can be bribed, extorted, blackmailed, or coerced into letting go of your inhibitions or good judgment. But that wasn't really necessary to drink some libations and flirt with naked girls now, was it? Treasures delivered. We had a blast, one of my friends left penniless after their first night in town, and everyone was able to mitigate their pre-hair of the dog overhangs covered in the afterglow of a good night complete with a coating of stripper glitter and lip gloss. Let me just share this. If you think you don't like strip bars, or you went once and felt so guilty you couldn't admit to enjoying it, get yourself a genuine Las Vegas lapdance and THEN try to tell me how much you didn't like it. I've enjoyed great company, met some really smart cookies, and been treated well. Look, it's all pretty chaste, it just might challenge your uptight American sense of modesty. I'd take my Dad. Hell I'd take your Dad to Treasures. And he'd like it, too.
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