Superbowl Sunday

More and more as the months went on, I would find myself hanging out in the very club that I worked. I mean hanging out, on my days off. As scary as that sounds to me today, it was fun back then. I would always head to the club with my buddies because of my “inside” knowledge of everything. It is amazing how popular you become when you can get your friends inside without a cover charge.

One Superbowl Sunday, I ventured forth to the club with two of my buddies to watch the Superbowl on a projection screen, enjoy free pizza, half priced beer and lap dances. I could think of nothing better on a Sunday night.

The evening was fun, and quite enjoyable. Sunday was always the changing of the guard and I got to sample the new dancers who revolved to our humble club. Sunday was always a good night to work, or a good night to hang out.

The evening ended when my buddy Steve, yeah the guy from my first entry, passed out on the loveseat in the rear. As Steve was getting awaken and ousted by the Brick Shithouse, Steve cocked his head to one side and puked all over the bouncer’s shoes. Man did I lose some street cred with that little stunt.

Steve spent the next few hours sitting on the bench outside as Todd and I enjoyed the rest of the night. Served Steve right for being such a cheap drunk. Todd got scammed out of $200 from random dancers. The girls love guys like Todd, always willing to throw his money around in desperate hopes of getting laid. It cost Todd $200 to find out that getting laid that night was just a pipe dream.

The girls (most of them) were professionals.

Far too long...

Well shit, if you readers have not noticed, I have not produced a new entry in quite some time. I just find it ever so hard to find the time to sit down, and write. Between the job, social life, and the woman, time just falls out of my hands. Maybe if I didn’t have to sleep every night, perhaps, only then, could I find the time to do everything.

But when it comes down to it, I am just a lazy bastard. I can admit that, but this is my blog, so I can update whenever I feel like it…. Yet, to the dismay of my loyal readers. I do not mean to neglect you.

I recently realized that this blog was featured on Fleshbot’s website in regards to the “Sex Blog Roundup”. I was happy to see that I was featured with Ex-Millenial Girl, who I would regard as my muse. My blog was quotes as follows….

Girls Gone Wild....Too Wild

“One of my favorite things about working at a strip club was the feature nights. My favorite was the amateur wet t-shirt contest. This feature was a night you loved to hate, or just loved. An excuse for drunken college girls to take off their tops and expose the goods. I didn't mind one bit. The wet t-shirt contest was a great way to meet new people and yes, pick up a date. I have no shame...”

- True Confessions of a Strip Club Bouncer

I guess I have a sense of achievement to see that I have been recognized for my works, yet I feel a slight sense of shame since I have neglected me work for so long. I guess my morality has become a two-way street.