Poot's Palace

Its been just over two weeks since my last blog, but thankfully Agent Orange dropped the ball while celebrating his 35th birthday this weekend and did not put me in the "penalty box". But to my defense, I have traveled through (or at least above) about 10 states recently. Nothing has happened quite as interesting as my last blog, or at least nothing that I have been informed of. I traveled to Oklahoma City and Wichita this week to visit York's manufacturing facilities out there. Flight left at a ridiculous 7:33 am on Sunday morning and we arrived around 11:30 am central time. Sunday we attended a Widespread Panic concert in an ampitheatre. It was freaking freezing outside, but we stayed warm by downing Tall Boy Miller High Life's. That was until we realized there was another bar serving liquor. We drank all their Jack and made them serve us Woodford Reserve at the same price. Monday was quite boring listening to York's marketing strategy, and everyone in the room was suffering from massive gas pains (note to self: never eat at Johnny Carino's again). Tuesday was more of the same (yawn). We flew out of Wichita at 2:00 pm central to St. Louis, which is where we had a 4 hour layover. My poor York rep, we ran up a $160 tab just in the airport drinking double Jack and Cokes. Got home around 11:00 that night and was well received by the aforementioned CP. Traveling still has me a little whipped, but i am looking to break out of it this afternoon with a trip to the gym and hopefully another good night of drinking while Va Tech and BC play some foosball.

So I am out last night with my on again off again lady friend (CP in this article). We head out to Coyote Joes to see a country concert that was a benefit for St. Judes. As we left she found some friends of hers from her hometown (the ones that told her about the concert), they were both drunk as "whodunnit". They want to go to The Paper Doll and CP is all about going with them, so we go along. I think she enjoyed watching the strippers dance more than guys. After many drinks and some prodding from the DJ, CP gets on stage as a joke and does a little dance for me. A stripper lady walks up to her and convinces CP to take her shirt off leaving her in a bra and jeans (had she been wearing underwear I am sure the jeans would have come off, since she did slide the back of them down a few times to show off her ass). Moments later the bra comes off and my date is on stage topless for a few seconds. She hops off stage, walks over to me, and gives me best lap dance I have ever received. I was shocked she went topless in front of some of her guy friends from back home, but surprisingly I wasnt mad in the least bit (they were just your typically rednecks, which I get along well with being from Florence). I always figured I was the type of guy who would get mad if my girl went topless around other guys, but I guess I didnt care seeing as there were already an abundance of boobs flopping around. The owner of the club tried to get her to come back and work, but she declined the offer. I must say, seeing CP topless on stage and then walking directly at me and molesting me in my chair was a big turn on. Unfortunately she was very drunk when we got home and she passed out.