"Hello."
"Hello."
"I'm Dan."
"I'm Amy."
"You look like Marilyn Monroe."
"What?"
"You look like Marilyn Monroe except with red hair. And you're prettier."
"okay. Why are you here?"
"I don't know. I fucking hate Sacramento. Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"You look like a fucking movie star. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Actually, I'm married."
"Where's your husband?"
"At home. Why are you so angry?"
"You're angry too."
(At this point, a man I know who happens to own a strip club in Sacramento seems to think I need rescue. He saunters over, hands me a glass of wine and proceeds to grab my hand and drag me away. We'll say his name is Joe.)
"Joe! What the fuck?", Dan yells.
(5 minutes later, at the bar, Dan returns.)
"So what? He wins?"
"I wasn't aware we were playing for anything."
"You're here for money aren't you."
"No, I'm here for fun."
"You're wearing a fucking fur. You're here for money. Stop looking at me like that."
"Where the hell did you come from? Really?"
"What does he have that I don't? I mean, look at him. I fucking hate that guy."
"Then you don't really know him."
"You're smart aren't you? Want to dance?"
(We danced, he got moody, I eventually had to be rescued again. The end.)
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Sounds like more fun than I've been having lately.
it was ok I suppose. it seemed like a scene in a bad movie. so of course, I had to blog it.
There are many different things that i do not like about this
you know, i didn't really get that impression so much.
now this is getting funny.
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