Spook’s Playhouse

For some reason all these things seem to be coming together.  even as simple as getting up in the morning.  That right there used to be a chore.  Do the “couple more minute roll” and not to be confused with the death roll…  Slap the alarm clock… roll over… alarm goes off…roll back over to slap the alarm clock again…  For some reason motivation is coming out of my ass.  I don’t get it.  I picked up the controller yesterday for like 20 minutes.  My PS2 is getting lonely.  Oh well…

Today’s a fucked up day.  I get to do a site survey… then drive to Madison to drop off some plastic things and turn around and come back to Milwaukee and call it a day.  Hope for good weather today… and tomorrow… and Sunday too… got like these picnic parties to goto.  Should be good times.

So… story time… too damn early to start thinking of humor to write about so I’ll just give you guys a story time:

When I was in my baby twenties… ( fuck that was like 10 years ago…) I did sales at Computer City.  Hah… making good monies tho since it was commissioned sales.  Well… what made it a little more enjoyable is whenever some guy at the store had a birthday and was older than 21 we’d go to a Gentleman’s Club for festivites.  When I turned 22 we got to go to my favorite… yes I actually used to have a favorite strip club… Tho I’ve not been to one since my Computer City days, for some reason when I was bouncing down on Water St, when people from out of town would ask what Strip Club to go to, I still to this day recommend Heart Breakers.  Tho… I’ve not been there in like 8 years and their dancers have probably most definitely have changed… and it could be a whale squad… no one has ever come back demanding monies in disappointment of my recommendation so I’m guessing high quality talent still exists.  Anyway… back then… Heart Breakers had Playboy quality talent.  I guess when Zesty comes back up again we’ll have to go check it out… anyway, my birthday that year came and a couple of us went down to HB.  This night it was just giong to be three of us since my buddy Dan at the time felt he had to make up for the disappointing 21st brithday… Well, I wasn’t allowed to drive for obvious reasons.  Tho… what happened that night was not expected at all.  When we got there we sat at south bar which had a lot more light and a lot more room for the dancers to do their things.  Every single girl that was dancing that night envoked our eyeballs to pop slightly out from their sockets… First round of shots came that night.  Rumplemintz was the drink of choice…  down the hatch they went and right after one of the hottest girls of the night came by for my first lap dance.  Few women that I know now possess the hawtness that this dancer had.  That and I remember her having a really exotic perfume on as well that just made her whole “package” come together.  Those two dances disappeared before I even knew the first one started…  Went back to my two buddies and based on my complete satisfaction of that dance, lol… Dan had to go get one as well.  So off Dan, went.  After Dan came back the next round of shots came… more Rumplemintz… as those shots did their magic and the taste was gone came the next dancer.  Top 5 hottest women that I know… she was like number 3.  The previous girl could have taken the number 4 spot but can’t count because of the fact that we didn’t know one another.  Anyway…  Molly was gorgeous… did her thing on the stage and then came around.  I think in the beginning of my drunken state I probably blurted something out that Dan acted upon.  When she came around she took me by my hand and off for more lap dances.  This time I got 4 songs.  Yippie!  Well after the dances were done she came back and sat by us.  We had conversations and she would bring her friends over and Dan and Mike got to talk to girls and all of us were having a grand time.  Every single time Molly always came back and we’d talk and drink.  The following 12 shots I had that night were all from Molly.  There was a fifteenth shot in their from the bar tender as well.  And amazingly I was still very much coherent.  Molly and I had lots in common and my seat changed from sitting next to Dan and Mike by the stage to a stool at the Bar with Molly and the Bartender.  I will say that in the past many men have probably given numbers out to dancers and taken numbers down.  In a slight hope for some reason as being able to actually date one.  Why? I dunno… Molly asked for my number that night and I gave it to her.  Success… lol… an Exotic Dancer asked me for my number.  I guess I was given bragging nights that night… As the bar closed, Dan, Mike and I headed out.

Okay for those of you who REALLY know me, you’ll know my Birthday falls in a month that can be really fucking cold.  And if you drink in a really warm bar and then head out in the cold you know what it can do to you.  15 shots… who knows how many drinks…

(Still inside the bar…)

Dan: Think she’ll call?

Spook: Hope so…

Dan: You okay?

Spook: For some reason I feel completely sober.  Am I walking or talking funny?

Dan: Oddly… no.

Spook: Guess I’m okay!

Door opens.  Fresh 22° air slaps me straight in the face.  Two steps outside… all the alcohol in my body decided to say, “Hi!!!” right at that second.

Spook: ….ooff… I retract my last statement.

Dan: (laughing…) Okay… fuck… dude… no paybacks for what I did to your car.

Spook: I can’t promise that.

Dan: Just let me know if you’re going to puke.

Spook: I can promise that.

Halfway home on the freeway…

Spook: Dude pull over…

Dan screeches to a halt in the emergency lane on the freeway.  Spook hops out of the SUV into knee deep snow.

Nothing happens.  Spook climbs back in.

Spook: False alarm.

Dan: You sure?

Spook: Yup… go… almost home.

I think we did 95mph the rest of the way.  Molly and I swapped a couple phone calls back and forth and a month later I went to LA to model.  So not much ever came from the conversations.  Oh well.  Haven’t lost sleep on that one…

Have a great Memorial Day people!  I got a meeting and then most likely off to Madison.