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.