Wait, $1680 or $16.80I still dont even know exactly what our bet was lol but we split a $4 superfecta ticket that ended up costing $1680
That was my weekend.
I lived this exact weekend so many times in my 20's. I feel your pain brother. Lots of Gatorade and Ibuprofen my friend.Lol I have had a rough 72 hours. Thursday night a few of us went down to my friends apartment for the NFL Draft. Drank there for a little bit then went out to a bar down the street. Eventually my one friend was cut off by the bartender so we walked him back to the apt and put him to bed. Found a cab outside and we went to some dive strip club. My one boy is rich and throws around lots of cash. He offered our cab driver $100 in singles and would buy him 2 lap dances if he came into the strip club and partied with us. The cab driver accepted lol. Stayed there until like 4 am and then took another hour cab ride to Atlantic City. Played some blackjack, won some money, my one friend had sex with this gross looking prostitute. Didn''t get back to my boy's apartment until 2 pm Friday afternoon.
Basically slept all day and night Friday. Woke up early Saturday, went to the bank then headed to Monmouth Racetrack to bet on the Kentucky Derby. My friend was trying to sell me on what we should bet and it sounded convincing at the time. I still dont even know exactly what our bet was lol but we split a $4 superfecta ticket that ended up costing $1680. Think we had like 8 horses or something. I was stressing that hard. Went to this bar at around 1 and they had a $5 mint julep special so I kept sluggin those. We hit our superfecta but it sucks all the favorites placed. Think we each make a few hundo. Not sure tho, didn't cash the ticket yet. Fast foreward a few hours and a bachelorette party makes their way into the bar. Start mingling with them. They were playing some card game or some shit for the bride to be. The one card was that she had to take off her bra and get a guy to pose wearing it. I obviously was her man. The bartender tried yelling at me for taking my shirt off and we exchanged some words. Fuck that guy. We leave and go back to my boy's apartment. Order the fight. Watch that then take a cab back to the gross strip club. Place was packed. Drank some blueberry champagne like a boss. Watched some strippers scissor each other on stage. My other friends pay $220 to have sex with strippers in the back rooms. I do not partake in such activities. Get back at like 4 am. Woke up this morning face down on the bathroom floor. Feel terrible and exhausted.
That was my weekend.
I like your style!I lived this exact weekend so many times in my 20's. I feel your pain brother. Lots of Gatorade and Ibuprofen my friend.
Lol I have had a rough 72 hours. Thursday night a few of us went down to my friends apartment for the NFL Draft. Drank there for a little bit then went out to a bar down the street. Eventually my one friend was cut off by the bartender so we walked him back to the apt and put him to bed. Found a cab outside and we went to some dive strip club. My one boy is rich and throws around lots of cash. He offered our cab driver $100 in singles and would buy him 2 lap dances if he came into the strip club and partied with us. The cab driver accepted lol. Stayed there until like 4 am and then took another hour cab ride to Atlantic City. Played some blackjack, won some money, my one friend had sex with this gross looking prostitute. Didn''t get back to my boy's apartment until 2 pm Friday afternoon.
Basically slept all day and night Friday. Woke up early Saturday, went to the bank then headed to Monmouth Racetrack to bet on the Kentucky Derby. My friend was trying to sell me on what we should bet and it sounded convincing at the time. I still dont even know exactly what our bet was lol but we split a $4 superfecta ticket that ended up costing $1680. Think we had like 8 horses or something. I was stressing that hard. Went to this bar at around 1 and they had a $5 mint julep special so I kept sluggin those. We hit our superfecta but it sucks all the favorites placed. Think we each make a few hundo. Not sure tho, didn't cash the ticket yet. Fast foreward a few hours and a bachelorette party makes their way into the bar. Start mingling with them. They were playing some card game or some shit for the bride to be. The one card was that she had to take off her bra and get a guy to pose wearing it. I obviously was her man. The bartender tried yelling at me for taking my shirt off and we exchanged some words. Fuck that guy. We leave and go back to my boy's apartment. Order the fight. Watch that then take a cab back to the gross strip club. Place was packed. Drank some blueberry champagne like a boss. Watched some strippers scissor each other on stage. My other friends pay $220 to have sex with strippers in the back rooms. I do not partake in such activities. Get back at like 4 am. Woke up this morning face down on the bathroom floor. Feel terrible and exhausted.
That was my weekend.
I like your style!
God damn
You see this shit hole? This is The Green Light strip club in Louisville. It's where every skank that couldn't cut it at the good strip clubs, goes to work. We used to stop in there every now and then, and raise 10 kinds of hell. I've taken a few strippers home from that dump, and every time it made me want to re-evaluate what I was doing with my life. One chic had a head the size of Tony Siragusa. My roommate called her Hog Head...to her face.
It's on 7th Street & Berry Blvd here in Louisville, which is lined with several of these. A real shady part of town (obviously). Here's a couple others.That looks like a prison strip club. I can't imagine what Tuesday afternoon looks like.
And I've been in a tutti bar that sold cans of beer from a cooler..
Dang
Question, did you ever take home Hog Head?
You see this shit hole? This is The Green Light strip club in Louisville. It's where every skank that couldn't cut it at the good strip clubs, goes to work. We used to stop in there every now and then, and raise 10 kinds of hell. I've taken a few strippers home from that dump, and every time it made me want to re-evaluate what I was doing with my life. One chic had a head the size of Tony Siragusa. My roommate called her Hog Head...to her face.
he wrote the story a while back. yes he didQuestion, did you ever take home Hog Head?
First strip club i ever went to was Trixie's in Louisville, KY.It's on 7th Street & Berry Blvd here in Louisville, which is lined with several of these. A real shady part of town (obviously). Here's a couple others.
Bottoms Up
The Silver Slipper
The Foxy Lady
You're not wrong, I love it.Bachlors in Paradise
i took the plunge and am entertained with this guilty pleasure.