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.

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[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.