2004-08-09
my homecoming.
I just returned home 2 days ago. Sadly I feel no change here. It feels like I had never left at all. And that upsets me greatly.
It hasn't been a complete drag since I've been back, though. The night I arrived, my family met me at the airport. We went home, did the entire unpacking process, and had a late dinner. After, Sister and her boyfriend take me to visit their new apartment, which I have to say looks pretty good for $450 a month. Laura comes with, and we all talk about various topics, from film class to bottle-raping. All very interesting discussions.
About an hour and a half passes and Laura's sister phones, inviting us to a popular strip club on island. We all get very excited and hurry out of the apartment, gleefully shouting "Titties!" repeatedly out the door.
We arrive at Taboo shortly, and immediately the boyfriend's eyes are locked onto the skinny Filipina twirling topless on stage. We stayed for about 2 hours, watching each woman dance to different songs -- classics, rock, pop, country, even Tejano music -- each with their own 'trademark' moves on stage.
I must say, being at a strip club is not exactly how it seems in the movies. Laura suggested that I wasn't as drunk as I should be. That may have been true. All I kept thinking of was how some of the women wore bad outfits, like the woman with the high-riding shiny leather boots. I would have gladly thrown money at her to take off those hideous boots. One woman wore this dangly two-piece with nice brown boots I liked. It was just too bad she danced to Selena the entire time. And another mastered the pole-dancing technique with her gravity-defying moves.
All of this involved women with no clothes on, and I swear I never popped a boner.
tipsydrunk at 9:26 p.m.
