Strip Club...

Saturday wasn't all that I had dreamed of and by night fall it actually left me feeling drained and real looser like. Too blown and tired to go anywhere nice and too bored to stay in the house. So after watching a movie and sipping on a drizzink, I decided to go to the STRIP CLUB.

In theory, going to the strip club is a basic event. But in reality it was something else. There is a particularly decent strip club in Bmore, where the girls are pretty cute, bodies are decent and the place doesn't look like a hole in the wall. So that's where I decided to go. BUT because this place is pretty decent, there is "dike-ban" as I call it. Because once apon a time it was come one, come all, but because (in my opinion) sooo many women started coming there and taking over, they made up this great rule of how every woman has to be accompanied by a man.

Lesson for Today

Reasons why too many women isn't good for da club:

1. The men customers pay more attention to the
fully dressed women customers.

2. The strippers pay more attention to the women
customers.

3. Men get annoyed with lesbians, invading their
sacred spot.

All of the above is understood, but these truths made my little adventure really EXTRA. So after finding a great parking spot, I walks towards the club, looking for a male patron to tag along with to get in and then abandon as I cross the threshold. And moments later...WA-LA! I found 2 males and a female approaching the establishment. I'm like yes! I'm in. First dude shows ID and before my eyes, my lil' skripper dreams were ruined. Dude was obviously 12 years old, cause he couldn't get in and the remainder of his party turned around with him at the door. Leaving me without a guy to get in. Now, I had already belittled myself to ask complete strangers to let me walk with them to get in the club and I couldn't muster up the strength to do it again. So that was it for me, back to my car.

I left a little humilated. I felt like a little kid trying to get someone to buy me alcohol or to get into a Rated R movie. I was like DA FUKK, I'm a grown azz young woman. This is ridiculous! I looked at myself and I didn't feel too good. The scene was just so sad. All I wanted was a little scenary as I drank away my pain. But nooooooo...I have to be subjected to foolery. Now the question is, why can't I find a nice "lesbian" strip club to go to? Easy answer...THERE AREN'T ANY HERE!!!!!

As to why, that's another blog...

So, in conclusion, I spent my Saturday night drinking Coronas and eating salty chicken wings at a local bar. Watching as blacks and whites segregatedly attempt to share the same party space together. Booooooo...fukking.....boooooooooooooo...