(I had to split this blog up into two parts, telling the stories of two seperate crazy nights I've had this past week. This is story number one.)
Yes yes, my life has been pretty damned crazy this past week. Saturday night me and my friends went to Lafayette. We went bar hoppin' on the strip and Jefferson Street and got really really drunk. We were supposed to go see the Atone Pain Tribe at Club Sin, but we found out they cancelled. So we had a few drinks there and decided to go to a strip club on Evangeline Thrwy called Desperado's. It was my first time at a strip club and let's just say I was a wee bit surprised by what I saw when I first opened the door.
We sat down by the stage and ordered some drinks. I was shocked to find out that it costs $6.25 for a bottle of Corona there. Not a place you want to go to when you're sober and looking to get drunk, that's for damn sure! The girls were beautiful for the most part. They were real nice and they thought it was funny that I was sitting there all quietly with a massive grin on my face and red cheeks. I got somewhat of a mini-lap dance which was cool. Then a stripper that went by the name of Morgan Reigns came on. She's a real pretty red head that is well-endowed if you know what I mean. She had been in Hustler magazine and various calendars before.
After knocking back a few more beers, me and my friends were shocked and amazed that Pantera - Walk came on. We were all pretty drunk, and I was singing along and really getting into the song, headbanging and not paying attention to the stage for a minute or two. Then suddenly I felt someone grab my shoulders in a very, very aggressive way. My first thought was it was someone who wanted to start a fight. I turned and looked and it was Morgan, topless, hanging over me from the stage. She then pulled me close to her, my face against her chest. She grabbed the back of my head and rubbed her bare chest all over my face. I was in awe. She smelt so delicious. You can bet your ass that got my attention focused back on the stage!
After that amazing moment, an inflatable pool was brought onto the stage. She sat in it and poured lotion and hot candle wax all over her body, with the soundtrack being Santana - Black Magic Woman this time. I could smell the lotion from all the way across the stage. She was hot, on fire, whichever way you want to descibe it. I stood and watched with my jaw on the floor. Then 2a.m. came and the show ended. No more booze and no more boobs. So that's when that night ended. I'll probably always associate Walk with strippers & beer now. What an awesome way to honor Dimebag, eh? haha
Sexy sexy felines, so tastey and delicious. mmm mmm
