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Ahh, drunken stories. Where do I start?
Occasionally for business purposes, when networking and talking up big deals over a few drinks there is a certain culture that requires men in suits to attend night spots that involve girls taking off their clothes and dancing closely with a pole on a stage.
Personally I'd much rather take my chances at a local bar or nightclub meeting some females and buying some drinks than pay $75 to touch a girl's breasts for 15 minutes. But there is a certain attraction for middle aged men that get none from their wives at home. I can understand this.
This was the night I was out-drunk by a 54 year old. See, I thought it would be a good idea to take some diaretics to lower my fluid levels to be in optimum physical condition for a weekend beach adventure, the only problem being that my tolerance to alcohol was reduced to the level of a 11 year old school girl.
Quite simply I got smashed. Not drunk, I'm talking totally wiped out into absolute oblivion. One of the older guys against my express wishes buys me a lap dance and in my state of vulnerability am led out to the back room by a girl wearing minimal attire. Next thing she has taken my shirt off, and unbuttoned the zip in my pants, and she has taken her shirt off.
Now a whole 15 seconds afterr sitting down, as sometimes when drunk the world has a tendancy to spin, the ceiling, the walls, all close objects, they seem to act like a washing machine. I needed to spew. So I push the girl off and run for the bathroom.
So here I am half naked, running through a crowded strip joint trying to find the bathroom with my hand over my mouth and a crazed look in my eye. This is supposed to be a night where I impress some new business contacts and a few minutes later I am kicked out, still with no shirt on and no idea where it is.
Have you ever tried catching a cab shirtless?
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"The first stage of the great adventure has concluded happily, and here I am installed in Mexico, although I have no idea about the future" Che Guevara
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