Voodoo Boobs
Kicked it last night for Alyson's birthday.
We started the festivities at her parents house. Her dad made some of the finest ribs I've ever tasted. I have to say I get some satisfaction from ribbing flesh off bone with my teeth. All the cute vegan girls please disregard that last sentence. After we ate the deliciously prepared ribs we had an ice cream cake. It was an old school style birthday, the kind you have when you're in 3rd grade where all of your friends come over for dinner and cake. We sang and reveled in our rib and sugar filled high.
Alyson decided she wanted to go down to the Tiki Lounge for the remainder of the festivities. So everyone headed home and then we all met up there. When we got there we went on the lookout for places to sit and immediately found this room. The room had many names. 'Skin Cell,' 'Voodoo Boobs Lounge,' and 'The Porno Room.' Skin cell because it had different shade and shape blue vinyl covered panels on the walls. Voodoo Boos because there were two life size Tiki dolls that live in a glass case at the doorway of the room which had boobs. Porno Room because it was dimly lit and out view from passersby.
I sat next to an opening in the wall where I could see peoples heads as they walked up the stairs. I was talking to a lovely lady who works at Westinghouse doing project managing. It was quite fascinating. After awhile she told me I should crawl out the little opening. I of course refused and she prodded along with the others so I had someone watch the traffic on the stairs for me and I slid out the hole onto the stairs.
Then there was 'Hoodie Guy.' This cat from Central Catholic, as was displayed by his hoodie decided to come in our little room and present himself in all his drunken glory. It was quite amusing. I must say that our group had quite the fast tongues and didn't mind putting this lad into a state of confusion and embarrassment. Later on in the night I saw Hoodie Guy walking past the hole in the wall so I grabbed his hoodie and he came in and I pretended like I knew him. Quite amusing.
At 2 we all got kicked out by the management and I brought my evening to a close. There was talking of going somewhere else but I was a tad tired and almost completely funned out.
We started the festivities at her parents house. Her dad made some of the finest ribs I've ever tasted. I have to say I get some satisfaction from ribbing flesh off bone with my teeth. All the cute vegan girls please disregard that last sentence. After we ate the deliciously prepared ribs we had an ice cream cake. It was an old school style birthday, the kind you have when you're in 3rd grade where all of your friends come over for dinner and cake. We sang and reveled in our rib and sugar filled high.
Alyson decided she wanted to go down to the Tiki Lounge for the remainder of the festivities. So everyone headed home and then we all met up there. When we got there we went on the lookout for places to sit and immediately found this room. The room had many names. 'Skin Cell,' 'Voodoo Boobs Lounge,' and 'The Porno Room.' Skin cell because it had different shade and shape blue vinyl covered panels on the walls. Voodoo Boos because there were two life size Tiki dolls that live in a glass case at the doorway of the room which had boobs. Porno Room because it was dimly lit and out view from passersby.
I sat next to an opening in the wall where I could see peoples heads as they walked up the stairs. I was talking to a lovely lady who works at Westinghouse doing project managing. It was quite fascinating. After awhile she told me I should crawl out the little opening. I of course refused and she prodded along with the others so I had someone watch the traffic on the stairs for me and I slid out the hole onto the stairs.
Then there was 'Hoodie Guy.' This cat from Central Catholic, as was displayed by his hoodie decided to come in our little room and present himself in all his drunken glory. It was quite amusing. I must say that our group had quite the fast tongues and didn't mind putting this lad into a state of confusion and embarrassment. Later on in the night I saw Hoodie Guy walking past the hole in the wall so I grabbed his hoodie and he came in and I pretended like I knew him. Quite amusing.
At 2 we all got kicked out by the management and I brought my evening to a close. There was talking of going somewhere else but I was a tad tired and almost completely funned out.
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