A Natural State Of Mind

Life and family in Arkansas

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Here we go again

First point... it is incredibly ironic that the first two blogs I have in my mind right now relate exactly to the last two blogs that I posted like 2 years ago. Local politics related to the last blog and directly affects what I would really like to talk about right now. But, having been advised by council and the wife, I will refrain.
The second to last blog was about "tittie" bars. Hilarious. The only real fun I have had and the only laughs I have had in the past three months was recently at a "premiere" night club.
To call this place a tittie bar is probably illegal as only half the girls in there actually had tits and that other half had tits and belly rolls, and/or hair lips, and/or crossed eyes, and/or a set of testies.
Nevertheless, a true friend was getting married, begged me to go and I caved in the face of pressure. Truth be known, I needed to get out with the guys for a night. So off we went; to dinner, to the bank (for 1's), to the beer store (for beer, duh) and to the club. 15 or so guys set out with the intent to drink and tip all night long and ride home with a very irritated designated driver.
Before we ever arrived at the club 3 bailed. The wives knew what was going on and those guys had a choice...go and sleep at deer camp for a month or opt out and wake up to the misses making breakfast. Sissy boys!! Another 4 made it to the club, evaded the sweet perfumes and glittery powders of the dancers and quietly left before anyone knew they were gone.
As for the troopers... we ran out of bills around 2:30a.m., stopped in at the IHOP, filled up on omelets and toast only to fall asleep on the way home.
In retrospect, we had a blast. It was all about us, not trying to hook up with some cutie at the bar, or fighting with some rambunctious drunk... it was just fun 100% of the time. We cut up, made fun of each other, teased the strippers (whether it was right or wrong) and had a blast.
Ladies, let your man go and if he showers when he gets home, he is only trying to get the perfume and glitter off to sleep.

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