Four Bored in Dena

What happens when you get us together on a Monday night in Pasadena? Pure fun. We started with schooners of tecate at El Torito then went to the vault to stare at the hot waitresses (where do they live?). Anyhow, I blame pete’s the constant text messaging that he was in Vegas for what happened next…

The old Shakey’s (I miss those mojo potatoes, we used to hang there quite a bit back in high school) has been transformed into an all-nude strip club. Pasadena, the “conservative”, serene, and classy city it is, is up in arms and is rapidly passing city ordinances to shut this place down. Anyhow, we had to check it out. The place was thrown together overnight in an attempt to open before the ordinances were in effect and it looks like it. We walk in and the place is empty. Black sheets covered the walls. A small stage was on one side. Cheap chairs were set up randomly. Shitty music blared, a light system from target bounced colored lights of the ceiling, and a single girl wiggled on stage. It was like we discovered some underground mob club deep in Tijuana. It was depressing, but I couldn’t stop laughing. We stayed for three girls, the last one was stunning (I mean, I couldn’t believe it, she must have been kidnapped from some legitimate Hollywood night club). Anyhow, we were rapidly sobering up, but still wanted to stare at strippers, so we head to the standard “bikini” bar in town that is Pleasures. What happened there is top secret. Obviously our load asses got hammered and spent way too much money.

But, the next day, we all admitted it was the most fun we’ve had in a while. In fact, what are yall doing next Monday? I’m on winter break.