Gentle Readers, There will likely be minimal posting the rest of this week.
As you may have noted from my previous entry, I had a busy weekend partying and playing with our out of town guests. Yesterday we recuperated at the beach. Today I returned to work. Tomorrow I go away on business for three days.
Friday night I will attend my first-ever bachelor party with dinner, heavy drinking and strippers. No joking here. I have nothing against strippers, but I don't want to be paying for lap dances. But I guess I'll have to chip in & help buy the groom one.
Perhaps one or more of my Gentle Readers could educate me as to strip club etiquette? I don't want to make any social faux-pas. I already embarassed myself once when Justin, the groom, said "be sure to wear loose pants." I thought he was referring to a need for, um, extra room in case one becomes excited during a lap dance. "No," he said, "I was referring to dinner. There's going to be a lot of food. Fucking pervert."
Well, back where I come from we calls them FEEDING pants!
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