dance bar / show bar

[oiran]

Well, that was…unlike other nights I've spent outside of my house. I went to a kick-ass gay dance club, watched cute guys hook up, got hijacked by some girlie gay girls (whoo!) and ended up hanging out with strippers in what apparently passes for a classy strip club, tipping with another woman's money. And no one I met could get over the fact that I write porn. And the person I'm supposed to e-mail a fic link to? Her name is LANA. She's about the most anti-SV!Lana you can get without giving her a big penis, but that's her real name, apparently. And I tripped on broken cement and hurt my ankle again, requiring me to sit in my car and not-cry for a while before driving home, but otherwise I'm pretty much unscathed. Well, except my hair stinks of cigarettes. And I lost my chignon chopstick thing somewhere. But I did get to give a stripper someone else's dollar bills out of my cleavage, so that was all to the good.

This was probably all a mistake, but not a particularly grievous one. Oddly enough, as much as I enjoyed myself, I can see why Mr. Glove doesn't want to go to tittie bars. It's so much more fun to be there as a girl. The women on stage don't like the men in the audience. Period.

And, yes, if you're keeping track, this is at least a partially drunken post.

ETA: Oh, and apparently, you can drink all night if you bring your own booze. Also, tittie bars in TN are full frontal. And, um, backal. And everything in between. But I maintain that adult women should have some pubic hair, because otherwise it's creepy.

Comments

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

I wish you'd been able to go with me! If you ever want to go out dancing again while you're visiting here, we'll go to this club instead. The music was great, the crowd was overall shinier and cleaner, and the drinks were strong and cheap. It does have basically the same awful drag show, should one wish to view it again.

I'm super dehydrated, and I think I re-tore the ligament in my foot when I tripped. My dog was still sick when I got home, but he wasn't worse, and I felt...distracted, at any rate. You were home, but were you having a nice time?

[rhiannonhero.livejournal.com]

I had a perfectly good time. It was fine. :) It wasn't a birthday to go down in my memory banks, but honestly I'm not sure I've had one of those since my second birthday. I think that is the only birthday I really remember at all. I find that weird.