Maybe it’s me but why the fuck would you pay 100 just to get in a bar? That include a blowjob? I get that “it’s vegas man” but fuck that.
Call me old... but I'm totally into getting hammered at home on expensive booze and good food. The whole "bottle service in Vegas" thing has absolutely ZERO appeal to me. Excuse me while I go tend to my winter indoor gardening...
Hell, I can't even be assed to go down to the Strip when I'm comped free shit there. The last time I was on the Strip was just after 9/11 because I knew it wouldn't be crowded with drunk assholes. They checked my 300ZX for bombs when I had it valeted.
Impromptu vacations need 3 things: Natural scenery Over-the top food History I have done more random ass trips to Virginia that ended up perfect with some combination of the three. Shenandoah Valley, a literal barbecue shack where even the chairs had diabetes, Luray Caverns and Dinosaur Land in Winchester are a couple of highlights. And we stop in the museums in DC on the way back for good measure.
I agree with you on two out of the three. Food...meh. I'm happy with Jalapeno corn dogs from a truck stop. Speaking of Jalapenos...did you know that Oscar Meyer makes jalapeno bologna? They do. I'd be much happier if it wasn't chicken/pork/ beef bologna and simply beef, but it's still not bad.
Even in a shitty club bottle service is a rip-off and stupid. But $25k millionaires need to feel like they’re living this crazy lifestyle, I guess.
When I first moved here my step sister dragged me to a couple of clubs. I was miserable and kept ordering shots....I never do shots, but that night was an exception. I was trying to numb my brain to all the faux rich people and their obvious fake personas. They were annoying as fuck. It was like a cross between the 70's and the flu. I have a feeling the clubs and their clientele haven't gotten any better over the past 30 years.
Bars? Hell yes. My dream is to own a small Manhattan-style bar. Clubs? Nope nope nope. Ecstasy is the only way to tolerate it and they don’t make the good shit anymore, it’s now for women who hate buying their own drinks and the toaster-tan men who love them. There is one simple reason we all hate clubs. And that reason is OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ all goddamn night. Hell, I really like EDM but I can’t stand that pure Richter Scale-changing sub woofers shit. And because of that you’re shouting conversations that are not normally shouted... “DO YOU WANNA GET OUT OF HERE?!!!?!?! I PREFER MY BLOWJOBS NEXT TO DARK ALLEY DUMPSTERS!!!!!”
Heh...when she dragged me to those clubs I was fresh off playing live music in bars in the middle of bum fuck Montana. We seriously played in towns of 3K people. I get down here and got dragged to a couple of places with no live music and some dude playing records. I was not entertained by some guy playing records of music that I'd never heard. My step sister tried to intervene and stop me, but I went up to the DJ and was like "What the fuck man? Do you have any Judas Priest or Van Halen back there?" She was mortified , but oh well. And no, the DJ didn't have any Judas Priest or Van Halen. So I ordered another shot. And another. And another. After that night I refused to ever go out anywhere with my step sister again.
Why do women hate Van Halen? Before we got married, I tried to have our wedding entrance song be Panama. The wife wasn’t having it.
It must be spring... because this week I've gotten very hammered on gin and tonics. Tonight? G&T's while suffering through dinner with my sister and her hubby. Bombay makes the pain go away!
Hubby? Must be drinking gin and tonics. My family is officially for the tv show hoarders. I don't know what to do.
I’ve only been to one hoarder’s house. A girl I just started dating in my late teens, her folks had towers and towers of newspapers stacked up to their ceilings from twenty plus years... Fucking EVERYWHERE, they were like paper Greek pillars holding up this shithole semi-detached. And the whole place smelled like cat ass and defeat. Did NOT call her again after that, I’d never encountered or heard of hoarding back then so it freaked me out something fierce.
Just when you thought the tide pod challenge was stupid, I introduce you to.... The Condom Challenge!!! (and no, I sadly do not mean teaching these dumbass kids to wear condoms, which is what they should do)
Has to be the same asshole both times. I like the description that narrows it down to about 50% of the men in the city.