need. vault.
Murfle.
To answer Darth's text msg: No, I did not find a new Catbirds. This was a temporary Catbirds, and my dears, I think it's worse. I won't be brightening up its doors again with my presence, trust me.
I'm thinking the place was a previous stripjoint--nondescript door, no signage, no windows, an awning, a POLE and disco ball on a tiny little dance floor. ah god. I have to admit that the pole called to me instantaneously, and I resisted for awhile.
The only reason we knew we were in the right place for a birthday party was because the name of the bar was scrawled in neon cursive above the bar, the only light in the place, well, unless you count the disco ball. We were there for the bday of a former colleague, a woman who puts on one hell of a party. A few years ago, the shindig involved some 200 people, Cajun food, candles, some concoction made of nothing but pineapples and grey goose, a live band and a DJ, and several kegs of Heineken which prompted 2shirts to get so falling down drunk that he was nicknamed the Assgrabber. Yes, our own 2shirts grabbed the ass (several times) of the honoree's husband, gaining him the name (dubbed by husband). This, of course, led to many conversations about 2shirt's need for a chocolate rim and the like, but I digress.
Well, 2shirts touched the pole first (no pun intended), and then after a few more hours, I did. Spun around it. Yup. That was fun. I just needed some antibac gel after that.
The cake was sweet. I ate too much, and now I have a splitting headache and messed up blood sugar today, but it was fun while it lasted. Excuse me, gotta go find some energy so-dah!
To answer Darth's text msg: No, I did not find a new Catbirds. This was a temporary Catbirds, and my dears, I think it's worse. I won't be brightening up its doors again with my presence, trust me.
I'm thinking the place was a previous stripjoint--nondescript door, no signage, no windows, an awning, a POLE and disco ball on a tiny little dance floor. ah god. I have to admit that the pole called to me instantaneously, and I resisted for awhile.
The only reason we knew we were in the right place for a birthday party was because the name of the bar was scrawled in neon cursive above the bar, the only light in the place, well, unless you count the disco ball. We were there for the bday of a former colleague, a woman who puts on one hell of a party. A few years ago, the shindig involved some 200 people, Cajun food, candles, some concoction made of nothing but pineapples and grey goose, a live band and a DJ, and several kegs of Heineken which prompted 2shirts to get so falling down drunk that he was nicknamed the Assgrabber. Yes, our own 2shirts grabbed the ass (several times) of the honoree's husband, gaining him the name (dubbed by husband). This, of course, led to many conversations about 2shirt's need for a chocolate rim and the like, but I digress.
Well, 2shirts touched the pole first (no pun intended), and then after a few more hours, I did. Spun around it. Yup. That was fun. I just needed some antibac gel after that.
The cake was sweet. I ate too much, and now I have a splitting headache and messed up blood sugar today, but it was fun while it lasted. Excuse me, gotta go find some energy so-dah!
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