Y2 D93

I will not have a repeat of Arizona. I WILL NOT HAVE A REPEAT OF ARIZONA. Wait... is that my client over there? Hold on, is that... is that a stripper in his lap? Is his hand? Holy shit it is. Ok, I am good...

Yeah, I had a night. And damn. This time at least the client was with me. Hell, it was his idea. It all started out innocently enough, I swear. We worked all day and then around 6 we met down in the lobby to go have a simple dinner. It was me, the client, the GM of the property, and another vendor. The vendor amused me. He was a sales guy for one of the software companies that the property uses to run their machines. He was kissing ass so hard it cracked me up. My main contact here aka "the client" was smirking and enjoying the ride of watching the sales guy squirm. We went over to a local steakhouse. Surprisingly it was really good. It was in a strip mall next to a KMart but damn it was good. The client was drinking wild turkey, oh wait, let me back up... Him and I started in the hotel bar while we waited for the other two guys. He was drinking patron and I was drinking gin. We each had a couple, not too much. We got to the restaurant and like I said, he started drinking wild turkey. I switched over to campari. I think we each had about 4 with dinner. Damn good steak dinner. Not to mention some very cute, very young waitresses. A little harmless flirting, a good dinner, some drinks, some laughs, and I thought we were done. Oh hell no, it was just starting...

We got back to the hotel around 8:30 or 9 and headed back to the hotel bar. We had a couple more drinks and then a friend of the client showed up. He suggested "let's go to X and have a couple of beers". Ok no biggie, we can do that. Well, he changed his mind halfway there and took us to a strip club where he knows everyone. I was not prepared for that. I didn't have any cash on me and lord knows I can't afford to be hanging in a strip club. I took him aside and told him that I wasn't really prepared financially to go in but I would be happy to buy a few rounds of drinks. He said that's cool, don't worry about anything else. Alright. I was honest upfront and didn't put myself in a bad position.

A few rounds? Nope. Seventeen or twenty drinks later, all I remember is the lights coming on and the DJ telling us all to "go the fuck home". We had at least five or six of these things called "cherry bombs". Cherries that have been living in Everclear for months. Holy shit. Dangerous stuff. I did end up buying a few rounds and a lap dance or three. Goddamn young girls smell good. No, seriously, I don't know what they tell these girls to bathe in, but jeez they smell so wonderful. I forgot how good a woman smells. Especially a young woman, naked, grinding on you. Yeah yeah, I am a dirty old man. Whatever. I do remember that I took one in back just more out of boredom. She started to dance and I was like "don't worry about it, just sit on my lap for the song". She thought I was kidding. I told her that I was serious I just wanted the company for a few minutes. I guess there was something in my eyes when I said that because she gave me this look and then put her arm around my neck and we just sat there. I enjoyed the moment. We went back out, more cherry bombs, more half naked women, then time to go. I don't remember much of the drive back to the casino, but I do remember the client's friend being all quiet and pissy. I think he is just a bad drunk. We got back to the casino around 2:30 and he just took off. We don't know what happened to him. The client and I headed over to the all night food counter, I won't go as far as calling it a restaurant, and I ordered a greasy ass eggs and bacon sandwich. Took that sucker to my room and I think I ate most of it. Next thing I know it's 8am and I am on the bed with the container on the floor, bacon on the sheets, and my clothes on. Yay me. Luckily my commute consisted of walk down a hall, get in the elevator, go down nine floors, turn left into a conference room. All of three minutes. I needed to be down here by nine and I was here by nine showered and ready to go. The client texted me at 9:30 - "no breakfast, be down soon". I am working with one of his employees today so it wasn't a big deal, but it sure as hell was funny. He came in around 10 looking a little beat up but given the night we had, we both are doing better than most.

All in all? I spent $60 in cash, $70 on a credit card, had WAY too much to drink, three lap dances, young girls hanging around me, I didn't drive, I made it back in one piece, I didn't puke, and I didn't fuck up with the client. I consider that a win.