Went to gang member's house for dinner. The house is adorable. A charming bungalow that is cozy and inviting (with crazy unexpected nooks). Lovely "Jersey-style" spaghetti and meatballs was prepared for us. Delish. A moderate amount of red wine and photo albums from the '90's in front of a crackling fireplace equated laughs and hanging into the not terribly late eve. By the way, the cook this eve and owner of above cute home is a MALE--to all who must shatter gendertype issues...
Worst Part of the Day-
Had to (just had to) go to local fast food establishment and scarf down fake fish combo meal. (To counteract last night's extra, extra dirty martini.) It was a low point, indeed. As I drove off I felt akin to a male leaving a house of ill repute. Did what I had to do, but not feeling great about it.
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FUNNY - I just said to Erik yesterday (while watching a McDonald's commercial) that the Filet o' Fish was your hangover cure. (Don't you love how they put them on special during Lent?)And he expressed his surprise (as best he could with his flat affect.) And then he said "they used to 2 for $1 and now they are 2 for $1.50." Oh no!! Just another sign the recession is upon us.
Re: Cathouse. Remember these grinning men are the ones who signed the release form. The ones who didn't are slinking away - at least SOME of them are. I hear (gasp!) some men don't even like strip clubs all that much!!!
I know a few men who are NOT into strip clubs. Perhaps they are not angels, but they would rather actually DO something sexually with women (or have a chance at least) than just look at breast implanted, emotionally vacant women who are doing a JOB at a "classy" gentlemen's club.
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