Last night was just another blatant example of how the universe makes sure that you get back what you give.

There is a convention in town of Meat Packers.  The Porky’s Pork company decided to conclude it’s annual meeting at Christies Cabaret.  There were about 6 of the top guys in the club, sitting at two separate tables.  The first table of four, good-looking guys in their early to mid thirties went upstairs first.  Dang it!  I knew I should have stayed and talked to that one guy a little longer.  Oh well, can’t win ‘em all….and he was giving me the “What do I get upstairs” line.  I hate that line, it’s so tacky.  You get a lapdance in a plush recliner away from “Hose-A” and “Hose-B” sitting behind you leering.