Wrapped Up in Roses

My roommate Ben and I went out to a little party last night to watch USC & Texas compete in the Rose Bowl (the SuperBowl of college football) Now while I am a big NFL fan I couldn't give two shits about college football. (remember I went to school at Kentucky) So anyway I viewed this party merely as an excuse to get drunk and hit on unsuspecting ladies. Pretty much what I do every night. Well, the beer was going down like water last night and there were a few attractive chicks and plenty of hot wings so I was quite satisfied. As the game poured on I switched from Miller Lite to double fisting with Crown & 7's and a Heineken, and really begin to enjoy myself.
After the Rose Bowl ended (which turned out to be a surprisingly good game) we were making our way back home when Ben abruptly turned into this hole-in-the-wall trashy strip joint called "Sweethearts." And you know I didn't voice any objections, because anytime is a great time for trashy stripper tits in my book. Upon entering the place and taking a look around I was disheartened. The place looked like a strip club and smelled like a strip club, but where o' where were the trashy strippers swinging from the shiny pole in the center of the stage? They were nowhere to be found and the eager patrons were just staring up at a empty stage. This was not right and I just couldn't stand for it. As I've confessed before in an earlier post (see archives: FIRMative Action) I secretly long to be one of those trashy strippers. So yup, you guessed it, I hopped right up on that empty stage and twirled around like a true "Sweetheart", much to the surprise of everyone else in the club. After a few more twirls and camera phone shots we hightailed it outta the club and spent the entire ride home laughing hysterically.
Wednesday night Recap: a good football game, blackened wings, plenty of beer, and a lonely stripper pole... It's sure nice to be home and back in my regular routine.
Now shake that Money maker, baby!