However, earlier this week, one of my stripper girlfriends, ****e, who I have not seen in a long while, texted that she and another stripper girlfriend, ***i*, is doing a house party also last/Friday night. Getting freaky with sexy ladies who are down to fuck around is my jam, and that too is something that I should do before my sister comes back to town because, well, doing such shit while she's in town seems kind of yucky. (If she stays here for several weeks, though, I probably will change my mind and get my freak on. I am an old man, but I do have carnal pleasures that need to be indulged, and I don't know how long I can hold out if she's going to be here for a long time.) But ... I wanted to spend my night drinking.
I didn't spend a whole lot of angst deciding between the two. If I were to do only one thing, it would be the speakeasy. It's what I had my heart set on. Also, as big as the checks that come with eating and drinking there might be, it's a lot less than what I would have spent on sexytime with one or two women. Finally, there was the commute I had to consider: The speakeasy is in south Minneapolis, so it's not close to work, but I think I can get there faster than to north Minneapolis, where the party's at, especially during afternoon rush hour.
With all that said, I was hoping beyond hope that if I got out of work early enough, and if I went to and left the speakeasy early enough, I could get to the party at its tail end, and so I would be able to do both. Alas, it was not to be. I stayed about 90 minutes past what I should have at work. (This should be its own blog post that I will probably expound upon once it becomes more of a problem: My boss is making a renewed effort to cut down on overtime by having a second person come in early a following workday in order to do all the stuff in The Third Department we should be leaving the previous workday, if that makes sense. I maybe should have followed that yesterday/Friday so I could leave after eight hours and do everything I wanted to do, but 1) there isn't a second person coming in early on Saturdays, 2) there wasn't a second person to help me in The Third Department yesterday/Friday, and 3) I am set in my ways and decided to finish everything by myself anyway.) Also, I need cash money to go to the stripper party, and I didn't think I had time to run to an ATM to grab some.
And yet ... when I got to the speakeasy, it looked like both ****e and ***i* called me, or at least butt-dialed me. I texted them that I probably wouldn't make it by the time the party was over. They said they could stay a little bit after. But by then I was deep into my second cocktail, and I don't know if it was me being tired over the course of the day or my old age, but I got super sleepy, too tired to even attempt to get to an ATM and then to the party which may or may not have been over. So I said no, sorry, it won't work. I was at the speakeasy for almost two hours. I got to my car, slept for half an hour, woke up because I needed to pee, then went to the arcade close to the speakeasy so I could use its bathroom and eat a pizza.
And now, to be honest, I wonder if I made the right decision. I haven't seen these two women in a while, and they are both crazy as fuck. It would have cost me a pretty penny to be jobbed by them, and the last time I got HJs from two women at the same time it wasn't all that great. But maybe these two would've been better, and maybe they would have cost me less. Also, I can only say no to them for so long before they stop letting me know about parties they're working.
If they had told me last week they were doing this party, maybe my plans would be different. Dammit, man, I am paralyzed by indecision and regret.
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