It was my buddy Il’s birthday today so last night three of us went out and hit a bunch of strip clubs. I must admit that some were better than others and there was even one that was quite frightening. I can’t remember the name of the scary place. I’ve never been brave enough to enter, and now I know why. I should have been speaking Spanish to go in there. I was frisked as I entered, and while Il and I were the only two Asian guys in a lot of the places, Andrew doubled the population of white guys in there. There was one white woman in the corner, and she looked scared. There were lots of tiny tables with women working them and it reminded me of an Asian bar where you get to buy expensive drinks for the women at the bar. I paid $5 for a glass of tonic water (it was supposed to have gin in it) and we got out of there quickly.

In case anyone is asking, I’d suggest Sassy’s. Punk rock girls and heavy metal music.

I took a nice long nap this afternoon to recover. Unfortunately that meant I didn’t find out that the doohickey I bought this morning at Harbor Freight was just plain broken. Tomorrow I have to return it and not miss the football games. We’ll see how it goes.