Hearts will be breaking all over tomorrow as my dear friend Kelly will tie the knot with her fiance. Her and I met working at a casino years ago. Having way too much time on our hands we were creative in passing the night away such as playing games, shooting each other with rubber bands, talking about everything and anything, and basically acting in all sorts of immature manner, but good times were had. I miss those slow evenings still.
For kicks one night her and I went to a strip club. It was her first time in one so we sat down and sipped sodas as we watched naked ladies dance. One of the 'dancers' caught my eye, but as she approached our table she walked right by me and introduced herself to Kelly. After some conversation the girl, who is quite possibly the hottest stripper I've ever seen, shook my hand and asked if I was looking forward to seeing her on stage soon.
Like I was going to say 'no'.
The dancer then excused herself to the stage and Rage Against the Machine started playing. 'Wow,' I thought. I mean after listening to mostly bad hip hop this girl had the DJ spin this? The lights went lower and the strobe lights started flashing on her as she performed the most impressive moves I've ever laid witness to. I mean this girl actually took interest in her craft. It was good to see someone take so much pride in their work.
After the girl's set she came back to our table. Conversation was actually pleasant and I was amazed that she didn't seem under the influence. As luck would have it she asked Kelly if she wanted a lap dance, ignoring the fact that I was even there. I can't complain though. The lap dance that did ensue was quite possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen.
It was a good night.
So today dear readers I bring you the song the exotic dancer deemed appropriate for her quest to make money off horny people. It worked:
"I'm in this band to give volume to various struggles throughout the world. To me, the tension in this band is a minimal sacrifice." - Zack de la Rocha