Birthday Surprises! Part 2

Please read Part 1 or you are going to be completely lost. Dad, stop reading now.

It was like an underground sex club. Penises were at every turn.

My friends had no idea what we had just walked into either. None of us had ever been there and they had just heard it was a male strip club. Oh, there was no stripping involved. You don’t have to strip if you’re already naked.

I wanted out of there, but we couldn’t exactly just turn around and walk out. I felt like everyone was staring at us girls. Like we didn't belong. Hello??...girls like naked men too! Except not so many. And not so strange. And not ones who are standing on the bars and tables playing with themselves so they can keep it up.

{Shakes head to rid the memory}

But anyways, we ordered drinks and found a table. As soon as we sat down, a naked man jumped up on our table and started waving his willy around at us. My other friends were smiling politely and even put a few bucks in his socks.

Me? I was cowering in the corner, trying not to look too rude by covering my eyes. Seriously, I was.
I needed to get drunk. Fast.

I started slamming back drinks until I felt a good buzz. I was really trying not to be ungrateful to my friends, but as soon as I saw some guy hand a naked man some money and then the naked man allowed said guy to touch his penis, I was done. I had witnessed something that my innocent eyes should have never seen.

I yanked Hubby by the collar of his shirt to get his full attention. "Get me the hell out of here. Now.”

Everyone jumped up and agreed with me. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling awkward. I’ve seen male strippers before. It was fun. This was not.

So then we drove across town to another club. We passed one other car on the way and by this time it was going on 1:00 A.M. We really didn’t think many people would be out because the weather was so bad. We parked the truck and got out. I was immediately assaulted with a snow ball to the side of the head.

It was on. In downtown D.C., where there should have been lots of people walking around, my seven friends and I had one serious snow ball fight in the middle of the street. We were screaming and falling running around and just acting like a bunch of kids. By the time we were ready to move on, we were soaked and cold.

We walked up a very quiet street that had absolutely no tire tracks until we reached the club. No one was outside waiting. Again, we presumed we were the only dumbasses out in the snow. We paid our cover charge and walked right in.

The place was PACKED. The energy was amazing and we were greeted with smiling faces. Everyone was having so much fun, it was apparent. We were all crammed into a club on a very snowy and cold day and everyone was just there to have a good time.

We danced and drank all night long and it ended up being one of the best nights of my life. We made new friends, danced on the stage, and annoyed the hell out the D.J.

A bachelorette party tried to steal Hubby away from us, but I wouldn't let them. I told them to get their own hot gay guy. I don't know if they ever did or not.

The next morning, we got up and drove around D.C. We were seriously like the only people around. I’ve been to D.C. quite a few times. Usually it’s nearly impossible to walk anywhere because of all the tourists.

Oh look...people! And a dog.

We drove right up to monuments and then got out and took pictures. When I stepped out into the snow it went a little past my knees. I think the snow accumulated to 25 inches that weekend. It apparently set records. Don’t quote me on that, though.

Washington Monument

No clue what monument this is.

It took us almost eight hours to get home. The interstates weren’t even plowed. There were no lanes. We just drove where we thought the road should be.

Hubby trying to fix wipers.

We stopped and helped people who were hung up in the snow. Cars were deserted all over the place. We found one McDonald’s open in the entire 8 hour drive and finally got some food at about 2:00. Our windshield wipers broke halfway home and we found a Wal Mart that was open along the way to get new ones. Even the Wal Mart was deserted.

And...we were all hung over. I think we had to pull over about ten times so at least one of us could throw up.

It was the greatest birthday...ever.

Sunday, Hubby texted me and said, “Birthday is coming up, Wifey! D.C. again?”

My reply? “Hell yes. Just sans the naked male sex club.”

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