growler_south

Situation of the evening- lightly panicked, slightly hysterical phone call: "I just paid one of the dancers to give him a lap dance, but she's taken him to one of the private rooms! He's going to kill me!!"

Its almost like I was there, albeit without the long blonde hair whipping my face as a breasty beauty gyrates on my lap. I even got to chat to one of the dancers, fresh from a lap dance. She was looking forward to my visit in December, but I couldnt stop laughing at the shenanigans coming down the phone from Anchorage. I'm SO proud of Erich, he's the perfect host. I think we're going to get along *just fine*...

Oh, and this post is not about

sinnabor. There's no way he'd crawl from titty-bar to titty-bar- even if he had 6 shots of Jaegermeister, a couple beers (one of which he misplaced while receiving his first lap-dance of the evening), and a naughty Alaskan goading him on. No, that doesnt sound like

sinnabor at all. Nosiree.

*EVIL GRIN*