16.5.04

the OG:
dicks and ass


Speaking of booty, went to Olympic Garden last night to catch some beefcake with friends and a bachelorette who is getting married next week. Wild riot night to say the least! The mother in-law to be had just as much fun and opted for not one but two lap dances, one on stage and one off!




The OG has two floors; ladies down below and men up on top. We wandered the ladies floor for a bit, saw more silicon than in a computer chip factory and marveled at cellulite which made the bachelorette happy that not all women are perfect after all (clearly, she hasn't ventured over to Little Darlings where the skin is mostly smooth all over). We got bored and headed for the elevator going up. As the doors slid open, the music was thumping and screams were emanating from the entire floor. The music was a million times better and the men were just getting their groove on - the entire room of women were going wild. "Johnny" was the first man over, offering lapdances and the mother-in-law was hooked. We quickly ordered drinks and broke lots of dollar bills, made our way to the stage and sat there until 3:30 AM, stuffing our bras and jeans with dollars for them to grab with hands, mouth, whatever, and oh, we were simply marvelling at the sights! We could only feel sorry for our friend's bachelor and his friends as we deduced they could not possibly be having as much screaming fun as we were. There were a ton of bachelorettes being pulled on the stage ($30.00 a dance, including some ass rubbing and vigorous packaging shaking in your face), and one of them had a threesome ($$$!). The bachelorette and I were eyeing three black guys with the best buns, and mother-in-law continued to scream for "Johnny". The drinks at $10.50 a pop for a Tanquery tonic made us poor idiots by the end of the evening and the ATM monster charged five bucks for withdrawals. We called it a morning after "Johnny" left, and bachelorette was riding in the car with windows rolled down announcing to the world, "I want to fuck my husband! Where is he?!"