Maybe she slipped up and that was her REAL name?  “Lisa” seems awfully prosaic for a downtown stripper.  I thought they had to name themselves Veldt or Tundra or something.

She caught a glimpse of the confident, handsome, well-polished stranger striding by and became totally discombobulated. Obviously.

There is a New York Times reastaurant review of the food at a New York gentlemen’s club ... it is good reading.

I’ve been inside one stripclub, and it was one in CANADA which means that literally anything goes. It wasn’t as seedy inside as it should have been. The garish neon sign, the fact that you could get a happy ending backstage… it should have been disgusting. But it wasn’t that bad. A tad awkward for me (there with all my male work associates), but otherwise not so bad.

Still making it to Portland this weekend for TequilaCon?  Hope so!

I envy you your ability to remember these snippets of time. I can’t remember things like this anymore. I think my ability to pay attention to my surroundings has suffered too!

ANYTHING GOES in Canadian strip clubs?!? I must be frequenting the wrong clubs.

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