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Four strippers and a hooker named "Bruce".
Damn... the music was blaring (ACDC's Givin' the Dog a Bone) and there I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Dudes were cheerin', strippers were waiting their turn, and Bruce was giving me a lapdance that defies description. I was really getting into it (out of character for me, I promise), until I noticed that Bruce's ankle bracelet was starting to chafe my wrist, which was tied to the arm of the chair. Bruce was really getting into the dance, and my wrist was really starting to hurt. Dance, hurt, dance hurt, and finally it got too much to bear...
I woke up, my legs twisted with hers in that way that happens when we're both lying on the couch, opposite each other reading a book, and there was my 5 month old chihuaha Luna digging at my wrist because it was in the crook of my hip where she likes to sleep.
Sandi said "WOW, did you just LOVE the way Aaron danced tonight?" and I realized; I had fallen asleep for a few moments during "Dancing with the Stars", which I watch with her every Monday night after Monday Night Football. I acted like I had been watching the whole show and told her that I was REALLY impressed by Kelly Osbourne's routine. She looked at me like I was a stranger, and told me "She hasn't danced yet."
I asked if she wanted another glass of White Zin, and she told me that maybe we should go to bed, cuz we have to leave to get married no later than 11:00 in the morning if we're going to make it to the Clerk/Recorder's office in the morning and I must be really really tired.
We're getting married at 12:30.
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