[rageotones]

here we go...

part 16

so we talk to the guy who gets cabs for you about getting a cab, and he, of course, asks where we're headed. we say we don't know for sure yet, and it depends on where the cab driver will take us for free.

after some negotiation and dropping the guy a 5-spot, i'm still not sure how this all worked, we get into an escalade and have a guy that works at the hotel drive us out to scores. it's free, and he gives us 3 $25 free drink cards for the club. we have to pay cover, but we're pretty much getting the money right back in free drinks.

we arrive at scores, and i'm blown away. this isn't like any other strip club i've seen. there's a line to get in, but it looks like we're going to some badass upscale night club instead of a titty bar. there are guys in the line in suits with 2 hot chicks on either arm waiting to get in and stuff like that.

cover is $30 a piece, but i cover it for the 3 of us b/c hard rock just gave me $100 for sitting at their blackjack table for 10 minutes. again, it is MB, HF, and me going in to keep y'all up to speed.

we cards validated, and talk to the usher type guy about getting a table. i'm feeling kinda like a balla, so i ask him how much a bottle costs to get a nice table.

$350

ok, back to reality where i'm just a regular guy....no thanks.

we waltz in like we don't own the place...which is more like a casual stroll, and start looking around for a place to sit. this place is seriously PACKED. we can't find a place anywhere, so we just head up to the bar.

the deal was, for buying their way into the club, that either MB or HF had to do the actual "buying" of the drinks. since they were free, that just meant that they had to go get them. so while MB is ordering drinks, HF is walking around looking for a seat, and i'm just kind of scanning the place to get a good feel(the bar area is elevated a few steps).

if we'd have planned better, we could have gotten 3 drinks a piece with the cards, but due to the structure and prices, we only ended up getting a shot of patron and some whiskey and coke i think it was.

we take our drinks down, and i go into this other little room to check it out. a girl asks if i want a dance, i politely decline (i'm picky), and i finish my drink. this little room has some places to sit, but it's not where the action is.

after careful consideration (20 seconds or so), MB and i decide that this place sucks. who wants to be the young degenerate kids in the fancy club when we can go to a shadier joint and be the classy guys?

at some point, HF told us that he found some seats, but MB and i had already gone outside. we're ready to go have some fun and ready to get the attention we deserve (wanted or unwanted at this point doesn't really matter).

MB calls HF to meet us outside. he bitches a little, but not too much, and we get in line for a cab. screw scores.