can a nigga get a table dance!
so, following my usual thursday night shift 4pm to 8am, i went to Cleveland. the ride was long and tedious. it rained like a bastard and i was alone with only my CDs to keep me company. finally, 2 hours later, i arrived. i went to sleep expecting to wake up in the evening and meet up with Steve for dinner. i was mistaken. well, not entirely. dinner was involved, but i was unaware of the magnatude of the events to come.
Steve came by around 6:30, and we did our usual coffee thing. i was treated to a mocha, and got creamed in Hoop Jones. then Steve's phone rings. he talked vaugely to whoever had called, and hung up. he looks at me and says "we need to go...now". we jumped into the car and i drove to the house. by this time, Steve had let me in on some of the night's plan in order to motivate me to get there post haste. little did he know he was in for a 'white-knuckle' ride. i assured him he'd be ok...i am, in fact, a professional.
we arrive at the house to find a limo in the street and B, Dave, John, Uncle Scott and Scotty in the driveway. and this began my bachelor party. we got into the limo, short a couple people who were unable to attend for reasons of their own. oh well, they lose. we went out to Lakewood to Sakura, a japanese restaurant Steve had a great fondness for. i can see why Steve liked the place, since they have great hibachi and a nice ambiance. dinner was great. we all attempted to use chopsticks but to no avail, and following the food, toasted with Saki.
on the way back to Euclid to drop John off, and pick Ricco up, we decide it would be a good idea to get our hands on some porn. unfourtunately, the limo only had VHS, which could have caused a problem, if not for John who just happened to have some porn on VHS at home. so, when we got to my parents', John used his mad sneaky skills to get the tape from the house to the limo. we smoked a cigarette, and were on our way to Diamond's Mens Club.
when we got to DMC, our douchebag limo driver made a half-assed attempt to get everyone in for free and failed. however, Steve and i were permitted inside with no cover charge as we were the groom and best man. i was treated to lapdances and drinks from each of my companions and enjoyed every minute of it. but, all good things must come to an end, and we only had the limo until 2. so, we left the club and headed back to Euclid. the drive was ridiculous. we continued to drink, watch porn, and disobey the rules set forth by the driver at the beginning of the night. Steve begged for dollars from people on the street, but was turned down much the same as one would turn down a crackhead begging for his next fix.
we got back to the house, finished off the booze, and passed out one by one. some of us only after multiple trips to pray to the porcelin gods.
i had the time of my life and can only hope that everyone had enjoyed themselves as well. i couldn't have asked for a better time, or a better group to share it with.
Steve came by around 6:30, and we did our usual coffee thing. i was treated to a mocha, and got creamed in Hoop Jones. then Steve's phone rings. he talked vaugely to whoever had called, and hung up. he looks at me and says "we need to go...now". we jumped into the car and i drove to the house. by this time, Steve had let me in on some of the night's plan in order to motivate me to get there post haste. little did he know he was in for a 'white-knuckle' ride. i assured him he'd be ok...i am, in fact, a professional.
we arrive at the house to find a limo in the street and B, Dave, John, Uncle Scott and Scotty in the driveway. and this began my bachelor party. we got into the limo, short a couple people who were unable to attend for reasons of their own. oh well, they lose. we went out to Lakewood to Sakura, a japanese restaurant Steve had a great fondness for. i can see why Steve liked the place, since they have great hibachi and a nice ambiance. dinner was great. we all attempted to use chopsticks but to no avail, and following the food, toasted with Saki.
on the way back to Euclid to drop John off, and pick Ricco up, we decide it would be a good idea to get our hands on some porn. unfourtunately, the limo only had VHS, which could have caused a problem, if not for John who just happened to have some porn on VHS at home. so, when we got to my parents', John used his mad sneaky skills to get the tape from the house to the limo. we smoked a cigarette, and were on our way to Diamond's Mens Club.
when we got to DMC, our douchebag limo driver made a half-assed attempt to get everyone in for free and failed. however, Steve and i were permitted inside with no cover charge as we were the groom and best man. i was treated to lapdances and drinks from each of my companions and enjoyed every minute of it. but, all good things must come to an end, and we only had the limo until 2. so, we left the club and headed back to Euclid. the drive was ridiculous. we continued to drink, watch porn, and disobey the rules set forth by the driver at the beginning of the night. Steve begged for dollars from people on the street, but was turned down much the same as one would turn down a crackhead begging for his next fix.
we got back to the house, finished off the booze, and passed out one by one. some of us only after multiple trips to pray to the porcelin gods.
i had the time of my life and can only hope that everyone had enjoyed themselves as well. i couldn't have asked for a better time, or a better group to share it with.
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