Candy Stripper Bromance

It was one of those afternoons with my new best boyfriends that I knew had the potential of getting completely out of control. It started on a patio with a bbq, and an amazing view. As the day turned to night, everyone agreed that it was definitely going to be taken to a whole new level.

A quick car drop off/the only girl out with four guys wardrobe change and we were on our way. A little drunk already, and high on the fun (ok ok just high) we went to Tiki T's for some down right amazing cocktails. I have never been there before, but my new boyfriends were familiar faces. Most drinks are very complex and have a bunch of ingredients. The atomosphere was party ready, people hootin' and hollarin which of course added to the already beaming energy the night was producing.

I am sure you can imagine that upon leaving Tiki T's we were pretty toasty... then, someone (obviously I have no recollection as to who) mentioned that Jumbos Clown Room, a local dive bar/weirdo strip club was right down the street. Boom. Done.

We get there, and it was pretty awesome. I cashed in for some singles and I found myself sitting right up at the floor making it rain. A few shots later, a few after that... my boyfriends bought me a lapdance. I sat there, proud, smiling, hands behind my head and sitting like a dude. It was a proud moment. I complimented my stripper a few times during the dance, pretty legendary. We stumbled out a few later and as much as I would like to go into details I really cant remember, I know there was Tommy's Burger involved... and a hangover the next day.

Anyway, the moral of this story is don't be a stripper, enjoy every moment you have to the fullest, and make it rain...