11 posts tagged “miss kitty's parlour”
I love that, despite deciding to dress casual (I wore pajamas), I changed outfits 4 times - solely because I wanted to have on decent looking underwear in case I decided to go pantless again. (I didn't.) I'm pretty sure that most people don't base their clubwear decisions on whether or not they'll actually be keeping the clothes ON at the club. But that's part of the appeal of Miss Kitty's!!
When I arrived, there was a huge line of people trying to beat the 10pm admission increase. I just barely made it - with enough time (2 min?) to order a couple $1 drink specials (gin. which, thankfully, also stopped at 10p). I met a fun/nice costumed couple. She was wearing a very cute but basic "burlesque" outfit (corset, poofy skirt, fishnets) but he looked like Snidely Whiplash. I kept calling him that and he had NO idea what I was talking about. Curses, foiled again!
I also met a cute young guy named Phoenix and drank with him for a bit till his friends spied him and he went wandering. Einstein's friend, Navid found me and we were talking for awhile. He's a REALLY nice guy. Out of Einstein's entire entourage, I think I now enjoy Navid the best - he's smart, fun, and has an amusing combo of hardcore lust & total respect for women (visually oogles but never touches). Einstein came up a bit later and we made nice after December's biting incident - though I warned him, very seriously, that if he tried it again I'd kick his ass. Turns out he was drunk that night and, unbeknown to me, has a reputation for aggressive biting when drunk. Still not cool but at least now I know why it happened.
The shows were interesting. In looking back, I realize that they weren't as sexually blatant as usual - and that the guys mostly stayed entirely clothed. I wonder if part of the reason for the shutdown of the prior version of the club was that they got in trouble for simulated sex acts (I don't know the legal "line in the sand" on that topic). But it was nice because everyone looked so good (I'm still in love with Christos). For the shows, the lighting & sound were done to create the effect of watching old movies - the first being 2 women fighting over Moses; then repeated with alcohol added. Very amusing. Moses was "teh HAAAWWWWT" during that one!!
Then the wonderful Mother-Fing Miss Kitty said a mother-Fing hello ("motherfuckers" is every other word out of her mouth). It was fantastic to see her again!! She looked really good and appeared to be having a good time (something missing from her last appearances).
After that, they were offering lap dances on the side stage but Moses wasn't one of the dancers so I skipped it. The 2nd side stage had some kind of bizarre "art class with birds" theme to it - bird cages hanging from the ceiling, people wearing bird masks and posing while other cast members pretending to sketch them. I didn't get it and moved on.
The 2nd dance floor/room featured the "photo booth" - which turned out to be a nice backdrop with a professional photographer taking pics for the website (looked like there will be some really good ones). And the other wall had a woman-in-her-dressing-room performance going on. It was visually impressive but got boring fast.
I moved on to the patio so I could sit for a bit - though not before flashing tit to "Blinkie Light Dave" (he gives away stretchy rubber blinky light rings all night - though girls usually have to remove them from his penis). In appreciation, he put some glittery lip stickers around my nipple - so I showed it off for the rest of the night.
The patio featured great old (20s-40s) music but I think I was the only person who could appreciate it. I made a new friend, "Slave Dave", who was wearing little more than a g-string, full-body fishnet stocking, vibrating glove and some kind of ball vibrator (yeah, I felt it - what of it?). Over his left nipple, he had a tattoo that said "PINCH" with a little arrow going to the nipple. So I did. Then balanced out on the right. Then put on him, and pulled off, his nipple clamps. Then spanked his ass a whole bunch of times cause he was into it and I didn't have anything better to do.
I eventually headed back to the main room. My mass consumption of alcohol had nicely obliterated all the physical pain I was in from working out earlier (seriously, I could barely walk) - and the music was great, so I became a dance fiend. No partner - except when Einstein would find me and grind on me. But, otherwise, I was just grooving wherever I could find room.
The 2nd show starred... "Prince Poppycock" - or something like that. A guy in full white wig and european "romance era" outfit pranced on to stage and I had no idea what to expect. Well, blow me away - the guy belted out Figaro (you know, the opera), in Italian, WHILE STRIPPING. (Gawd, I've seen some interesting stuff in my life!) His singing was AMAZING... it was stunning to realize it was really him, not a recording.
After that, there was a costume contest - which "Snidley Whiplash" and his girlfriend were in (but didn't win). I didn't watch the end of that - preferring to return to the patio for more nonsense out there. There was a guy in a "radioactive polar bear" jacket (long white fake fur with some kind of light element so the whole thing glowed greenish), and several women who do corset training (20" waists and sporting real corsets). I met a really gorgeous & friendly chick but she quickly hooked up with another chick - and some guy took her spot. I was teasing him about being so drunk that he couldn't operate txt msg-ing (true story) which he took to mean that I wanted to have sex. So, after some more quick spanks of Slave Dave, I made a hasty retreat back to the anonymity of the dance floor.
I ran into "Julie" - a transvestite I met about a year ago. She's really nice but, like so many others, misunderstands my complete acceptance of her persona to mean I'm into her (she likes women). I'm not. I'm just friendly.
That was at about 1:30 so, rather than deal with more Einstein and the flirtations of a drunk transvestite, I decided to go home. I woke up around 6a to what I think was MeowMeow Kitty crying inside my house, meaning s/he had been indoors all night. But I was too tired to actually get up and look. Around 8a, I let the cats out and later heard Espressa hissing at MeowMeow and I'm certain s/he eventually came inside to steal some food. But I was still too tired to care.
My back & knee are both killing me now so I've done little more than have some food and return to bed (no hangover, I don't get them. I'm just tired & sore). I'll probably do some laundry, maybe run some errands (pedicure?), but it looks like this day is going to be mostly vegetative.
Espressa just knows when she's supposed to see the vet. She hid again. We missed another appt. Gonna try again Thurs afternoon - after my morn appt with the endocrinologist to check for hypothyroid and/or or other metabolic disorders. That means taking another day off from work... awwww, so sad (NOT!).
MeowMeow kitty was in the house again this morning. I hope this isn't going to become a routine - I know someone else takes care of him/her and I do not need the drama s/he creates with the other cats, or the worry that s/he's got any communicable diseases.
So - I guess I'm gonna take a shower and, just maybe, do some pole practice. Nicole gave me a pole DVD to check out (aka: burn) so maybe I'll get on that too.
- edit: Did 55 min practice on the pole. Awww, yea! Managed some moves that have been eluding me. Wasn't able to "real" climb, only pole-cat style, cause my R knee is too weak. I'll try again tomorrow or in class (Wed).
Last night seriously sucked.
Except the performance by JerBer Jones. Even though it was all lipsynced, I thought it was great (but I was, clearly, in the minority on that).
And except for the couple who were cruising for a third and who were, frankly, pretty hot (but, more importantly, both very cool). Had I been there solo, I might have gone for it (there were clear about letting me know it was an option).
Otherwise:
- Jesus (cute coworker) stood us up.
- Gladys drove me up a fucking wall.
- Cute guys were on Gladys from the minute we walked into the bar - leaving me to become invisible.
- No offense intended to Gladys but I do NOT understand that phenom. She's not ugly but she's also not sexy and she doesn't give off any "you want me" vibe... that I can sense... but guys apparently sense one, or pheromones, or something, cause this is not the first time I've witnessed this reaction to her.
- "Einstein" got himself perma-excluded from my "to do" list. Pretty much from my "acknowledge your existence" list too.
- Here's a clue for guys looking to get laid: When a woman gets so pissed off at you (with cause) that she tells you to FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR AWHILE, it's generally wise to DO THAT; not to follow her around the bar all night and try to rub up on her and act "cuddly" every 15 minutes. That second option, the WRONG one... that's a pretty good way to risk losing your balls.
- I confirmed that THE Miss Kitty (who I ADORE) is, for the most part, officially leaving the club. I like the new hostess well enough but it's just not going to be the same. I mean, dramatically not the same. So much so that, after several so-so/bad nights at Kitty's, I'm wondering if it's also time for me to leave the club. Not that I have anything to replace it.
I decided to take a pre-bed shower and the tub, well... under the tub, started making sounds that tell me I may actually be pretty close to falling through the floor. Not cool.
I went to bed with my space heater on but totally paranoid of every sound it made (3, very young, LongBeach girls died in a house fire last week. It was started by a nice, normal, totally legal & UL approved space heater.). I finally heard one odd "pop" too many - especially since it sounded like it came from the extension cord, not the heater. I got up and unplugged the heater and was quite upset to see the plug looking "melty". Not melted. Not charred. And it wasn't hot. But it looked "less than right". So I guess that will freak me out enough to let my room stay redonk cold for the rest of winter (air from the wall heater doesn't make it into here).
I fell back asleep around 5a. The neighbor started house cleaning, and banging something (vacuum canister? i still haven't decided) on the outside trashcan at 8:15AM. I dozed off and woke to Moshi crying for attention. I dozed off again and woke to an ER vehicle coming down the street with sirens & horn blaring. I finally accepted that, despite how much I want to sleep, the Universe is pushing me to take my car in for a "why has my gas mileage suddenly dropped off?" checkup. Now that I'm awake, I'm gonna get dressed and do just that.
Got a LOT done at the office in the afternoon so I treated myself to a night out. How long has it been since I've gone to Miss Kitty's? Seems like ages!
The (very minorly) bad:
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I hate my belly roll in this outfit - but wore it out anyway (I have a mini petticoat skirt on over the leggings and under the bustier. The boots are 6" platforms).
- Just missed getting to the club in time for $5 cover (had to pay $10).
- Stalked by super creepy "freaks everyone out" guy (the quote is according to a security guard) - even after I wouldn't give him the time of day when he sat next to me, rubbed his legs against mine (from which I promptly turned away), and then tied to start a convo. I walked away any time he came near me - but he kept following (and creepy staring).
- Theme was "Anonymous Adventures" but I didn't find anyone to "play" with/on... extra bummed cause the booths were, happily, made private again (closeable curtains and Miss Kitty encouraging naughty behaviour to take place).
- Miss Kitty was there.
- Music was good (note to self: Find the song with the lyrics "there's a ju-ju-bee in my pocket... SUCK IT!!")
- Could have been in the blowjob contest (they use dildoes so that makes it okay). Min prize was free drinks + free 1-night pass + $75 porn video but I decided against it. Not quite sure why. Perhaps a lack of friends there to use it against me later?!?
- Dane (I think that's what he said), otherwise known as "the blinkie lights guy", gave me a blinkie jelly ring and a strand of halloween beads (they have bats!) in exchange for nothing more than a little mutual nipple play (I could have gotten them without it - but what's the point?!?)
- Met a really nice trannie, Gina, who I think was hitting on me (she made of point of talking to me repeatedly - and of pointing out that she likes women). She seems like she'd be fun - till she figured out how to steal all your money.
- Witnessed security guard make an amazing catch of super-drunk girl
who, instead of walking to the stairs after her lapdance, basically
walked right off the side of the 4' high platform stage. I'm sure she
doesn't have a clue how close she came to serious injury. Several people congratulated the security guard - it really was an amazing catch!
- Caught male & female lap dancers (cast members) pretending to
kiss to drum up business - buy actually laughing hysterically at each
other (masks hid their faces but not their body convulsions).
- Got a lapdance from "Cupie" - who I thought was Moses (based on haircut & body) but when he talked the voice didn't sound right. It was kinda lame (another clue that it might not have been Moses) but I tipped $5 anyway. I really only got it to help them get more people up there.
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NEW SUPER INCREDI-HOT MALE GOGO DANCER performed... wearing nothing but boots, an erection, and an itty-bitty bandanna strapping the erection to his leg (he wrapped his penis across his leg, not down it). Suuuuhhhweeeeettt!!! Tipped him just for being pretty. Watched a girl try to spank his ass but, being drunk, spank his balls instead. OWWWWW!
- Free waters from Tiffany all night (they're normally $3/bottle). She's the greatest bartender ever (if you ever go, she's the blonde at the bar as soon as you walk in)(the chick on the patio, who looks confusing like Tiffany, is her sister... "Andi"??). Tipped her well.
- Took alternate route home and didn't encounter 1 single lane closure (note to readers in the greater LA area: the 710, both directions, is a NIGHTMARE of lane closures at night. Ditto for 405 N from Beach to the 710); traffic was light; and I saw the cop so I didn't speed past him and get a ticket. Home by 1am.
But the Sony parts drama meant I got to work an hour late (when I was planning to be 2 hrs early). And I've now wasted 3 more hours.
I have about 9 hrs of test tables staring at me. Not a problem if I had actually started working on them when I got here but I'm not optimistic about magically completing them in 4 hours. Anything later than 4 hrs from now (9p) makes driving to LA pretty much pointless (wouldn't get there till after midnight). I can't think of anywhere closer to go tonight - at least not anywhere worth the bother.
If I get out of work by 10p, I could drive straight up to LA and make it by 11 or 11:30 (depends on freeway construction closures). That would be fine. But, still... not likely. I shouldn't get my hopes up.
Arrrggghhh.
No one to blame but myself. DAMN!
**update, 3 hrs later**
The Gawds must be smiling on me tonight. The laser I was supposed to use for testing died as soon as I started. Troubleshooting it left only enough time to do a 4hr table, which I completed in 3 hrs and was tied to so many trouble reports that it credited for 18 hrs of work.
And I found 3 new problems - which means repeating all the tests again but is still good because my job is to find the problems.
I should be out of the office by 9pm - so I can still go out if I want. I'm kinda wavering on that now. But it's all the more reason I need to get out. It should be a slow night at Miss Kitty's, which sounds just right, and I gotz to see if I can find my missing mojo!!
Took way too long to get ready for Miss Kitty's. Finally got on the road at 10:30p (I wanted to be at the club by 10) and hit MAJOR traffic problems. First, a 6-car accident at a freeway interchange. Then, where one freeway splits to 3 freeways - and with way more traffic than usual (first weekend that EVERYONE is out of school) - the left 1/2 of the 6-lane freeway was closed at a crucial spot, creating a horrendous jam. Then, at the very last second, the left lanes reopened right before the 2 middle lanes were closed. THEN, because that wasn't enough, a game at Dodger Stadium apparently just ended so there were a gazillion cars trying to merge in downtown LA. A drive that usually takes me 35 min took closer to 1.5 hrs.
Cezar was at the club and super hyper while I was super stressed about finding Kim - which was super annoying (to each of us). I slammed one drink back - no effect. I searched for Kim for about 20 min before we found each other - and I promptly slammed 2 more drinks.
I finally mellowed but the crowd was strange so things still felt a bit off. Not bad. Not "ohhh... you look strange [in a good way]". Just strange as in not the usual crowd... and surprisingly low turnout (last year was packed). Miss Kitty was there (she's been MIA a LOT lately). She put on a good face but didn't really seem to be enjoying herself.
There was an interesting erotic art exhibit. I caught 1 main stage show that was fun (though predictable - all "bob fosse" burlesque... which is just so "seen it!"). Kim stripped Cezar down to his undies on the dance floor (even took off his shoes). I later apologized to a VERY pissy security guard - explaining it was not Cezar's fault that he was shirtless (he had shoes & pants back on by that time) and still wonder what the problem was since both guys & girls go shirtless there all the time.
Didn't get any of the free champagne. Seriously thought I could have done a better job in the "best ass" contest - despite definitely not having the best ass (at least I would have known to 'work it' on stage). Had probs with a younger guy (first timer) who was waaaaaay too into me and had about ZERO seduction skill. Was bored by the side stage shows. Confirmed that a guy wearing a kilt really didn't have anything on under it (yea!).
I saw "Einstein" and asked what he was doing there - cause I know his back is majorly f'ed up and he's supposed to be taking it easy. He was weird because he was there with a date and concerned that I would be bothered. Later, I had a good laugh when I was sitting with Einstein's friend on the patio: Einstein and his date came and sat down by us. Not wanting to screw up the date, I acted like I had just met the friend and didn't know Einstein. The chick seemed oblivous but I couldn't help noticing that the entire time she was trying to talk to him, Einstein was staring at me. Good times!
Then there was some random dancing - with Kim, with Cezar, by myself, with the annoying "into me" younger guy; and lots of work to get the younger guy off of me again; and much internal debate about leaving cause everything was strange and not very interesting and I had lost both Kim & Cezar.
Then Moses (part of the Miss Kitty's cast) was on one of the side stages, giving out bits of birthday cake. So I licked some off his fingers. Then licked some more off his fingers - which took a really loooooong time, and lots of tongue work, despite the itty bit of frosting, cause - ya know - I've gotta be thorough. Then I convinced Moses to let me lick some frosting off his... naughty bits... again being sure to be thorough... which was pretty much worth the price of admission!! (soooo pretty - and pierced!) Then Kim was there and she licked frosting off a big knife (I think that's gonna be on the website) and Moses' fingers. Well, I wasn't gonna be outdone (F that!!) so I had to get back in the game - and we both licked frosting off Moses' fingers, and each other.
While I was wiping frosting off my face, Einstein started rubbing up on me. I asked where his date went. He led me off to a private area - his date apparently having left already. He was really concerned that I might be jealous - even though I repeatedly told him I was not ("I don't DO jealousy!"). He also made a point of telling me to stop talking negative about my body because he felt I looked REALLY good. (I have high self esteem but low body image - which I still believe is with good cause - despite being willing to dress like I think I'm all that.) There was some making out. There were hands in naughtly places. There were breastesses that would have been exposed if not for the mouth on them. All the usually good, clean, Miss Kitty's fun. [they should have a soap/suds party there - that would be fun!!]
Then it was closing time. Einstein talked to me while waiting to reconnect with his friend/ride. I was talking to Kim and her hubby while they waited for their car. All was good - except Kim was REALLY trashed. And she confused Einstein with "C". And she doesn't know I'm over C's psycho episode from last Dec. And she's EXTREMELY protective. So, pretty much out of the blue, she punched Einstein in the gut.
I LOVE knowing I have a friend who's protective of me. I HATE that I can't get her to understand she's overdoing it.
Einstein left (knew Kim was drunk and didn't get mad at her - major points for him!). Kim & her hubby left. Not wanting to be on the road with "amateur drinkers", I happily waited till very last for my car, snapping the pics to the right. I got home around 3:15am; showered; sent a "sorry if you had a bad night" email to Cezar; sent a "sorry Kim punched you - thanks for being cool about it" message to Einstein; got on Vox; and am now going to bed (that's what sunrise is for!).
It wasn't bad. But it still didn't make up for last weekend. And, yes, I realize that I have high (and bizarre) standards.
[Sat afternoon update: Kim doesn't remember much about last night and promptly apologized upon learning she had punched Einstein. Considering personalities, I'm glad it was Einstein instead of C - as C would NOT have been cool about it. I told her all is okay.]
Hoping this weekend (actually, just tonight) more than makes up for the disappointments of last weekend.
To update: I'm now LOVIN the brows. It's so cool to wash off my makeup but... my brows are still there!! Pics later.
TONIGHT:
- MISS KITTY'S ANNUAL BIRTHDAY PARTY (and kickoff to "the Summer of Sin")!! Are you in the greater LA area? If so, you should go too! They are promising it will be fun. I believe them (I had a great time last year). Print the flyer below for free/discount admission!! Look for me by Tiffany's bar station, or the nook between rooms, or in front of the DJ in the main room, or sitting on the bench in the patio, or dancing near the main stage, or back at Tiffany's bar, or debating about trying the hookahs, or watching porn on the walls in the 2nd room, or watching the main & side stage shows, or....
Sat night:
- 8:30pm "George Gerswhin Alone" at the Geffen Playhouse in Westwood. I love Gerswhin's music. If I remember correctly, this is a biographical play that includes lots of his tunes. The Geffen Playhouse is a really nice venue - so this should be a pleasant night out (if I ignore how sucky the commute is going to be).
Sun Day:
- 2-4pm: S Factor workout. L3 graduation day. My L5 class was cancelled (low enrollment) so, for now, I'm sticking with this group into L4 - but planning to supplement with occassionally attending an L5/6 class on Wed nights.
I have Friday off - yeeaaaahhhhh! (MUCH needed)
Weekend plans (more as a reminder for me than anything):
Fri...
Cat to vet (annual checkup)Check out window manufacturer in Cerritos - for options & idea.Arrange installation bid.- 4p: Leave for Morrissey concert at Hollywood Bowl w/Adrian
or not... as of 6p Thurs, Adrian hasn't called to schedule meetup or carpooling.
don't forget to pack booze backpack (yes, I really have one) - cause you can BYOB at the Bowl!!
If in Hollywood by 6p (it's only 32 miles but I don't know if 2 hrs will be sufficient during "rush" hour!!), park at "Hollywood & Highland" complex, verify shuttle service to Bowl, and go shopping for an hour or two.
- Mid-2a: Introduce Adrian to Miss Kitty's??
Sat...
- 2p: Get eyebrows tattooed
- 8p: Watch "Harold & Maude" on the lawn at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary (bring yellow umbrella??)
FREE parking and ALCOHOL PERMITTED. DJs spin before/after. What more could a woman want from a Sat night?
For those not already familiar with the film (rent it - NOW!): "Indisputably one of the most beautiful and romantic but quirky films of the seventies. A young man obsessed with death and an older woman bent on living life to its fullest, find each other and start an unlikely romance."
- 11p: Check out weekly StarFactory Productions (the people who also put on Miss Kitty's) party at Fubar (WeHo)?? (txt Cezar if I go)
Sun...
- 2-4p: S Factor workout
- 5p: Pedicure (aahhhhhhh!!)
aka: Just another boring night at Miss Kitty's Parlour
After much debate - because I was tired - I decided to have an energy drink, quick-change my clothes, refresh my makeup, and meet Kim, Lucas, Julie, and Anita at Miss Kitty's - for the "New Whoreleans Mardi Gras" party. It took a lot to remind myself that I could go out and just be chill - I didn't need to be "on".
I got to the club a little before 10:30 and found the group right away (we always stick to the bar closest to the door when we're waiting for people). Kim and Juls made a big deal about my hair (even I think it's looked amazing for the last 2 days) and Kim went on & on about me looking thin (which I appreciated, despite knowing size 18/20 NEVER looks "thin"!).
We headed straight to Tiffany, our favorite bartender. She's known for pouring good drinks - and the last time I was there she comp'd nearly everything Cezar, Nick, Lisa and I drank. I ordered a beer and tipped her $20 - explaining that it was for treating me so well last time. She expressed much appreciation and love for our group.
Within seconds, some guy - some attractive guy - approached me. I figured he was looking to meet Julie or Kim (that's the usually the case) but, no, he was into me. Quelle suprise! He looked very... Persian? I'm not sure. He told me his name is Albert. I told him I would forget - because I absolutely cannot remember names. He told me to remember "Eistein" - and I did. For the rest of the night, he was Albert Einstein. We talked for a bit until Julie led me away to find the rest of our group again.
One of the probs with clubbing in LA is that you see people who look like famous people - but don't know if it's actually them or an impersonator. Last night, Marilyn Manson appeared to be there. I pointed him out to Julie, who insisted he didn't look a thing like Marilyn (she did the same thing with the guy who looked, vaguely, like Dave Navarro). I think the massive amounts of people who, throughout the night, stopped dead in their tracks and stared - trying decide whether or not it actually was him - would agree with me. It's hard to know. His wife has performed there many times. If he were to go out in LA on a Friday, Miss Kitty's seems logical.
So maybe I really did see Marilyn Manson last night (I talked with his friends but he remained silent and I couldn't think of a polite way to ask whether or not it was him).
There was also another guy there who I swear is someone famous - muscially famous - but I have NO idea who he is. It's driving me nuts. There's a bad pick of him In the photo on the right. Any ideas?
The night was very "audience participation". If you wanted mardi gras beads, you had to earn them: Flash body parts, get a lap dance (I enjoyed remembering that I'm allowed to touch the guys as they dance!!), play strip poker or Twister, or be in a stage show.
I love that I thought it was completely appropriate to flash my tits with just the slightest provocation - and then to spank guys butts as their way to earn beads from me (whoever ended up with the most beads at the end of the night would win $100)... yet was PISSED that people were smoking inside the club. I think that's the epitome of LA attitude: public nudity = okay, smoking = wrong! Well, except that I didn't think I looked better than everyone else - that is the epitome of LA!
Kim was naughtier than usual - a lot naughtier. Well, maybe not more than usual - just more than when she's with us. And, solely out of respect for her, that's all I'll say on that topic!! (you owe me, kim!)
Late in the night, I was joking around with Kim and Lucas, doing very poor renditions of S Factor moves. Albert Einstein found me again - his friends now sadly without women on their arms. One of them, David, wanted to meet Juls but said she gave him attitude. Kim and I are still trying to figure out what she's looking for - she gives NO clue about her taste. Except, she was seen with "The Humping Chihuahua" - a guy named for his rather annoying dance style (no offense to Rudy and Elvis). This guy is on her every time we go. She claims to hate it yet he always manages to get on her like that (if I hate it, I yell at them and make sure it stops). I saw he was on her, thought "Whatever!" and walked by. She yelled for help so I grabbed her and said we had to find Kim. But later in the night, there he was again. Kim and I decided not to do a thing... especially since she would occassionally get away from him yet still kinda dance with him. She clearly does not hate it as much as she claims.
Juls also ended up exchanging info with "Scottish Pirate Guy" - which I did not understand at all. Kim said Juls likes both scottish men and pirates - so "double score". But the guy was ICKY LOOKING... every time I saw him I'd just think "ewww!" Maybe she didn't give him her real info. If she did, she is never again allowed to make fun of me for what when on at last years OTL tournament (not being repeated here!).
So, Albert, having seen me "earning beads" earlier in the night, got me to flash for him and his friends. It's no big deal to me. My 'tatas' aren't sensitive - I usually say they're about as errogenously sensitive as my elbows. The only reason I don't go topless in public is because it's illegal. So... boobs-boobs-boobs, grab-grab-bite, ha-ha-ha.
A guy we dubbed "Big Red" (very tall and wearing a fierce red-based costume - including a cape made of red "caution" tape) started talking with the rest of our group. Kim smacked his ass (I did so earlier - it was beautiful). I looked away for a min, looked back, and Kim was getting spanked by Big Red. I lined up for my turn - but changed my mind. But then Albert Einstein REALLY wanted to see me spanked - and decide he would go for it himself - so I turned around and bent over onto the bar counter. All I can say is "MY, OH MY!!" At one point, Julie came up and said, "nooo... don't rub her [between swats]... blahblahblah" and I shot back "SHUT THE 'F' UP - HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING!" He left with my real name and real phone number. LOL. He won't call (or he'll wait a month - guys always wait a month before calling me) but he earned the real info! (he was also very nice, very attentive, and seemed intelligent)
This pic is from the end of the night. This gogo boy had fun approaching people by surprise. I watched as he danced, on the raised platform, so his penis was about 1" from a girl's head - without her realizing it. She finally turned around, ended up with penis in her face, and freaked out better than I've seen in years. It was hysterical! At one point, he encouraged me to stand in front of him. I basically ended up with a mouth full of penis (but it was still in the jock strap so that makes it okay!). His body was amazing (there were a LOT of amazing bodies last night!) so I took the pic for poster(ior)ity's sake.
Right after the pic, I think a rather cool & attractive chick was hitting on me - but I was never quite sure about it. I left shortly thereafter.
I really did need that night out. My ego needed that night out!! I feel physically better (except the knee - the knee is mad) and spiritually refreshed!! Does that make my religion "Sins of the Flesh"?!? I don't mind.
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