Friday morning, Blanch meets me at 9 to head for Detroit. Ugh, I forgot to have the friend I was visiting make a blog name. Eh, I'll just refer to him and his bf as their real names. Anyway, I have known Justin since college, really longer than I have known HR because Justin and I were in the same class. He has gone through a lot of changes since I first met him, and he is probably one of my more brilliant friends. He also is a tightwad Republican (okay...fiscally conservative) who has more money than god, but hey, I can't begrudge him that. I have been going to Detroit to visit him for this party ever since it was a housewarming, which I think has been at least 5 or 6 years, and with various combinations of friends. The party has gotten to the point that it is really one of those obligatory things we do to keep everyone connected. If we didn't go up there, we'd probably only see Justin a couple of times a year, if that. So, even though we hemmed and hawwed this year, we opted to go, and it ended up being a pretty fun trip.
The best part was going to Windsor, Ontario, Canada on Friday night. This is something we had threatened to do for years, but it was either raining and gross or we were too tired to bother. Since it was kind of early, we made a stop at the Casino. I am a horrid gambler, and the $20 I alloted myself was gone in less than an hour. However, as far as casinos go, it was really well done. Of course, it was a Caesar's, and the biggest difference was the fact that it was smoke free! I LOVED IT. :-) After that, we went to the vaunted Happy Tap, which is one of the two gay bars in Windsor. It is a strip bar, and it is completely nude and erect dancing. Now, I know I am not a prude by any stretch, but I have to say I was a bit flummoxed on what to do. I mean...where do you tuck the dollar? On top of that, even though you could pay with American money at the bar, the change returned was Canadian, and Canada only has $1 and $2 coins. Are we really supposed to give change to the strippers? :) Do they have a hidden change belt? Anyway, we found out that you can exchange your money again at the door for American $1 bills. Crisis averted. The bar was pretty empty, but there were some really hot guys around there that we hoped were strippers. They were...and boy oh boy, these were by far the hottest strippers I have ever seen. Granted, Indianapolis has a horrible strip bar filled with cracked out trailer trash twinks, and while I typically am not a fan of strip joints, this was something I could get behind (pun intended). There were a total of 7 dancers that night. Three of them were certifiably gorgeous, three of them were hot (though one of them mistook his stage dancing for show choir, it was jazz hands aplenty), and then one unfortunate wreck who looked like Sanjaya from American Idol. He was actually trying to sell $2 raffle tickets to win a trip to the VIP room with him, and NO ONE was buying them. I kind of feel bad for him since it is typically $20 to just get in the room. Then you have to choose from the ala cart menu. ;) One of the strippers, Diablo, was trying to convince me to go upstairs with him, and even though Tyler probably would have been shocked, I declined. First of all, no matter how hot he was, I have no idea where his mouth had been that night, let alone the last few months, and in view of the *cough* gentleman who were utilizing the VIP rooms, I really didn't want to go there. Plus, with Justin and Blanch sitting right there, I wasn't going to let that story haunt me for the rest of my lift. So, after the Tyler eruptions of the previous day, I was enjoying the attention of the 22 year old nursing student from Windsor, but I didn't go anywhere near it. :)
The night ended with one of the most surreal. Now, I know you see the picture here,
and you're wondering where I am going with this. Trust, it is as bad as you can imagine. Justin, Blanch, and I were standing towards the back trying to decide what we were doing. I see this man raise up something and start pouring beer into it. I said, "Is that a syringe?" Nope...not a syringe, per se. It was the top of his feeding tube, and he was pouring beer directly into his stomach. Now, I do not profess to know much about medicine (maybe that is why Diablo is there), but I would think that can't be good for your system. I suppose the argument could be made that if you're bad enough off that you need a feeding tube, you can pretty much say fuck it and pour. Hey, at least you don't have to worry about buying the expensive import beer! Bring on the Pabst!Well, I could detail the party, which was pretty fun, but I cannot say anything happened out of the ordinary. We did consume about 180 jello shots. So, you can imagine how much a debacle that was. We got up on Sunday, and then pretty much packed up the car and headed for home. We needed to get back in time for HR's birthday dinner, and even though I was dog tired and looked like hell, I got my ass there on time (though Blanch "just woke up and won't be joining you" ... bitch). We went to a restaurant that I had been to before, and it was a pretty good time. Though I was out of it....I did notice one of the waiters making eyes at me, and then he promptly dropped a whole tray on his customers. For my ego, I am going to say I was the one who flustered him. :-) After everyone left, I ran to the grocery store, and then I did something pretty uncharacteristic for me. I am happy I did it, but I am not going to detail it here unless something comes of it.
Okay, that is all for now. I will write more tomorrow about Monday.
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