Bashtard's friend John is leaving town sometime this week for a trip to Fiji(I believe), so to send him off tonight, a bunch of us went downtown to party it up. They decided to go to Milwaukees(no one listened to my Phoenix suggestion). This place is down on Adelaide St. just off John St. The music was lame to say the least, it was all that Much Music pop countdown crap. There was some decent looking eye candy but most of em were nothing "this guy" would be interested in. Except for this one, fine looking brunette who we dubbed Christina. She was wearing a small, white, mid riff bearing, camisole. Along with some form fitting powder-pink, pair of trackpants that gave just enough of a glimpse at the outlines of her Brazilian cut bikini panties(das right GRRRRR). She was pretty damn cute, and I would have endured dancing to some Beyonce for this femenina. But she had none of it, according to Bashtard when she sat down near us she checked me out then made like she was looking at a poster, when I turned my head to make some eye contact, she looked away. Rest of the evening I kept trying to make eyes at her but she never responded, I gots totally stonewalled. My theory is that I was too damn intimidating, what with this cool hair, piercings, and fine looking ensemble I had on. Ohh well, it was HER loss!!

Later on in the night, as things were winding down, this girl that had totally stonewalled John, came by to chat me up. John was on the other level so he missed it all. But ya, this girl came by and started chit chatting with me, asked if I worked down at Futures(the bakery) and... I don't recall what else she said. Then when we exchanged names and shook hands, she took mine and started licking it. I said "Why thank you" in a very StrongBad kind of voice. I then turned around and that damn Bashtard was pushing me back into her. She started talking to me again, and asked me: "are you putting on a peep show for me later?", my coy retort to her was "would you like me to?" again in a very StrongBad kind of voice. A song, that I can't recall, then blasted through the sound system and she took off to dance. This girl was a little inebriated, and not really my "thang" so I stayed back to chill on my chair. But that damn Bashtard had none of that, he shoved me off my chair and forced me to go dance with her. So I grudgingly hit the the dance floor, the Sweat dripping over my body, Dancing getting just a little naughty. After a few tunes she went back to the lounging area where we had been, to sit back with her girlfriends. Cypress Hill was on by then so there was no way I was leaving the floor, I gots my groove on till management told us to get our asses out of there. And so ended our evening, next time I need better music to work with damn it.