OK so my lovely friend Jen has finally caved is finally getting married!  By finally, I mean if you ever met these two you would throw up in your mouth a little at how truly awesome they are together and after years of convincing, nagging and pleading (that was mostly me) with Jen, she finally decided that life was too damn short (because it is) and finally said YES!  I am certain that I wasn\’t the only one who said its about damn time!

Here\’s le happy couple:

Yeah Clint never smiles, seriously never.  I have however seen the guy laugh so its not all lost right?  Anyway Jen has some major health issues and while planning this wedding, any thoughts of a wedding shower/bacholorette party somewhat got flung to the wayside because we were all far too busy being worried sick about her and stuff.

So in the end we decided we were taking her out for dinner, then as her cousin Corina said dessert.

Clint\’s comment was my favorite 😉

Dinner was FUN, our server must have thought we were on crack or something because strange things happen when you put 11 woman together in one place.  99% of them not being prudish…  No impromptu bacholorette party is complete without a blinking penis pacifier and these which ours were clear and may I add, not the best thing to be drinking daiquiris out of either…  I didn\’t realize our server was behind me as I was jamming my fork into the tip of this thing and when Corina asked me what the hell I was doing, I promptly replied:\” The hole is too damn small and no matter how hard I suck on the damn thing, nothing\’s coming out of it.\” Then Alex said to me, well that could be taken out of context in a number of ways.  He was fun, our neighboring tables, not so much…

Of course pictures to capture moments of sheer debauchery at best 🙂

After dinner wrapped up, we headed off to club 281 for dessert as Corina stated or more so I\’m thinking a killer headache and a slight waste of money.  Although it did have its moments I must say.  Since its May and spring and summer weddings are hugely popular there was several bacholorette parties in the works that evening.  Upon our arrival Jen\’s look of horror as to where we were taking her was priceless!  Then things didn\’t get much better when some random dude tried to get in with us.  WTF?  Men are allowed in, pending they have a woman to accompany them.

This guy obviously didn\’t have one and tried to hone in on our party.  I told security at the front that he wasn\’t with us and glared at the French tard that tried to con a way in.  Needless to say, he got kicked out before he even got in the door.  Having never set foot in the place prior to last night, I didn\’t know what the whole deal was.  Coat check girl (Marie-Piere)  was a total, epic bitch.  Yeah obviously your pissy about the gaggle of screaming 20-somethings in their stilettos and tiara\’s but no need to be such a twat because you can\’t ogle over naked men.  Cos honey let me tell you, you ain\’t missing much.    We got there somewhat late so the place was already packed and our seating arrangement was less then ideal to say the least.  Here\’s a picture jacked from 281\’s facebook page just to illustrate how sucky it truly was:

We were in the upper level off to the far side, couldn\’t really see much from that point of view.  Not to mention all the stupid bitches that kept standing in our way.  To add insult to injury, we were directly positioned in front of the spotlights that were pretty much blinding 90% of the time and in order to keep your seat your required to buy at least one beverage, alcoholic or not.  WTF, their prices BLEW my freaking mind!  I know bars aren\’t cheap but 6 bucks for a 250ml bottle of fancy water?  Yeah I know…  Here\’s their price list if you think I\’m exaggerating a little.

Speaking of which, our server was MIA and trying to track him down to pay our bill was a chore in and of itself!  We could have totally pulled a drink n dash but were honest people and paid up.  Hardly worth it, seeing as how it cost so damn much.  Anyhow all was not totally lost…  Seeing as how it was a bacholorette party and all, well a lap/table dance is pretty much mandatory right?  The look on Jen\’s face was EPIC to say the least!  Too bad camera\’s weren\’t allowed because that was a Kodak moment and then some.  So here\’s the guy that Corina being the good cousin she is picked out for Jen:

In case you haven\’t had enough, here\’s another one 😉

Jen was dumbfounded and speechless for the most part.  Although she did comment on how nice his tattoo was, and when it got to the point that he pretty much looked like this:

her facial expression wasn\’t nearly as joyful as the woman in the picture!  She looked so totally grossed out I thought she was going to vomit and to top it off, when he started flashing his ass in her face and smacked it hard enough to make quite the amount of noise she jumped half a foot out of her chair!  Jen\’s mom had her face buried in my arm, Corina and I were debating if we could get away with the whole \”no touching the dancers rule\” is we just smacked his ass with the whip and everyone else seemed to look away.  I mean really, way to suck the fun out of that ladies!

So to their credit, they do make an effort to put on a decent show, which is considerably better then Huggies, which might be closed now for all I know.  I\’m not into the whole strip club scene, having only visited one previously in my hometown I thought I would at least make an effort to keep an open mind.  I guess full on nudity is an option because I along with my guests seen a whole lot of pretty boys running around topless and flashing their butt cheeks but only 2-possibly three of them actually bared it all.  I might go again, I think my mom would get a kick out of it.  I am however going to go on a Thursday when the admission is lower, and earlier so I don\’t get a migraine and a sore neck from trying to get my money\’s worth 😉  Besides I\’d rather see him naked, its a whole lot more appealing, well to me at least!