Where to begin… Oh, man. I still feel hungover.
My friend from overseas (lets call him M1) and the wife of another friend (hereafter D1) decided they were going to hit SLC because D1 quit her job, M1 had never been there before (he’s foreign) and it was his bday. It was the Full Moon and I had the time off, so I made arrangements with my parents and a sister to watch my kids and went with M1 and D1. M1 is one of my best friends, and only here for another couple months, so I wasn’t going to miss this if I could help it.
Before we left town, we stopped by the work of BG2 and grabbed a quick bite to eat. BG2 must have been hiding out in the back or something. It was weird. We were starting to leave with our To Go order, M1 noticed my order wasn’t there and we went back. BG2 was there. She came and talked. We told her what we were doing and she was all for hopping in the back - except she was working and would be all week. Oh well.
We were about halfway to SLC and stopped by D1’s parent’s place because it was her mom’s bday. We hung around there for a little. When we were leaving the moon had come up, and the sky was a strange purple color towards the East - I have only seen that color a couple times. So with the Full Moon and that color, it looked amazing. I pointed it out to my friends and they were amazed. M1 was trying to take pix with his phone.
When we got up to SLC it was after ten at night. D1 had a friend come over. He was a toothfairy. You know, very much gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that - but I think he wasn’t quite comfortable hanging out with us (or my friends with me around I should say - I dunno) because right at the last minute he bailed on hitting the club with us.
The club we decided to hit up was closed. Even though the website said it would be open on Tuesdays. Damn. Went back to the hotel. On a whim, we stopped by a gas station and bought a couple six packs (Budlight - Wheat.) I asked the guy at the counter where he like to go. He recommended a strip club just down the way. Dropped D1 off at the hotel and proceeded to our destination. Had my buddy spray on some IJ, he really liked the smell. I sprayed on some IS and MX347.
This was my first time in a strip club. The place wasn’t too busy, it was mid-week. Some people were dancing it up in front of the DJ box. I sidled up to the bar with M1 and ordered Corona, he ordered some Bud on tap because it was $2 night. With drink in hand I went around to each different dancing station, looking the girls in the eyes rather than at their bodies, and had a strong, confident air. The girls took me on as a challenge I think, because here was a man that was looking them in their eyes rather than their bodies - no matter how sexxy they moved or how many clothes they would shed. If the girl gave me a good show, did something I liked, I tossed some money down. More often than not though, I handed M1 a couple dollars and had him toss it down.
When M1 and I were leaning back and watching one of my favorite dancers that night, a blond waitress that really could have given some of the girls on stage a run for their money was about to pass. It must have been my stance or something but she stopped and looked me over. You know, one of those down-then-back-up, blatant stares.
After that I got to talking with the dancer. Her stage name was Summer. Turns out she really wasn’t my type though, I’m the thrill-seeking outdoorsy martial artist. She’s the typical city girl.
Talked with the bartender for a bit. Mentioned my name when she asked after it. Didn’t think anything of it - should have. She must have been really interested in me, I’ll explain why later. That night wrapped up on a high note, had a lot of fun.
The next day was a very full, exhausting day. Visited the State Capitol Building. Dropped by a gas station to fill up and I got a call from my ex. She wanted to know why I couldn’t take our son to school orientation, why my mother asked her if she could, etc. I was shocked. Here’s the mother of my children bitching me out and not even taking in any of my answers because now she had to do something a parent would do for our son. She hadn’t seen the kids in about a month. I figured she would have jumped on the chance to do that for our son. My friends seen how livid I became - but I kept my head and was diplomatic about it. I got so upset my face started tingling. That’s never happened to me before. Finally when I told her I would drop everything and be back tonight, that she didn’t have to worry about it, she said no, she had it covered. Blah blah blah.
When I went into the station to buy some water, the attendant asked if I was alright, etc. Told her my ex called and made me upset. She seemed genuinely concerned. Invited her to get out to the club my friends and I had decided on earlier that day. Didn’t actually make it out to that club though, so I don’t know if she ever showed. We proceeded back to the hotel, this time we took D1 to the same strip club because it turns out it’s an 18 and up place. Wore IJ, IS and Ammo this time. Sprayed both my friends with IS on a whim.
Towards the end of the night a short, cute blond server got excited when I directed a question her way. Eventually I offered her my number. That made her really happy too. She had to get some paper from the bartender so when the bartender asked who’s number she was getting and indicated me, the bartender supplied her with pen, paper and my name. I must have left quite an impression with the bartender, because I really didn’t talk to her all THAT much the night before.
We hit another strip club after that, a sister establishment that the server from above directed M1 to. The girls in the new place really enjoyed having D1 there, and made D1 feel very flattered but uncomfortable. It’s not every day that a stripper named Kitty propositions a married woman, Lol!
Let me tell you… I’m never letting D1 drive my car EVER again. Sheesh. She’s a scary driver AND almost blew the engine several times because she romped on the gas expecting an SUV to behave like her little sedan. OMG.
I’ll fill in all the other experiences and minor hits I noticed later, for now I’m going to go lay down. I feel effing exhausted.