Was partying in north beach this weekend for a bachelor party. smoked cigars then headed to a strip club.

Strip clubs are interesting places filled with interesting people. Some of them are wearing clothes. Some of them, well, aren’t.

Anyway, was mildly amused by a lady of the clothes-wearing kind, sitting at the front of the stage having a hoot of a time, when a lady of the unclothed kind came over and sat on my lap and began the usual chit-chat. what’s your name? where are you from? what do you do? it’s pleasant for about three minutes before they hit you up for cash and a trip to the vip room.

Maybe i wasn’t drunk enough or maybe i was too tired from fishing the whole day, but i just wasn’t in the mood for a sweaty bare ass to be sitting in my lap. especially a sweaty bare ass that had been sitting in the lap of every other guy/girl in the place, but i digress. back to the conversation:

unclothed-one: “so, what do you do for a living?”
clothed-one: “I work with computers. I’m a programmer.”
unclothed-one: “Really? You’re kidding! I thought you were an artist or something.”

An artist or something. Wow. Perhaps that has something to do with my great physical presence.

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