The Boys Club
Well, I’m back after a very very long, almost too long, weekend of partying like a rock star – all in the name of happily ever after.
Saturday night the gals and I took out my future sister-in-law for her last Saturday night as a single lady. It was a lot of fun, we went to Bisuteki Japanese Steak House for dinner first. This is the place where the chef cooks the food right at your table. Great food, saki, and the possibility of getting a shrimp tail particle in your eye – I really don’t see the point of eating any other way.
After that we headed to a lounge in a popular downtown Boston hotel. There was some sort of convention in town and the place was crawling with escorts, old business men, and binge drinking 30 year old women (okay so that last part was me). Seriously, it was every wife’s worst nightmare – I swore I saw Ted Kennedy at one point. That was the other funny part about this place, there were so many frigin people who looked like celebrities. Richard Pryor’s twin was there, I had my picture taken with Paulie Walnuts doppelganger (Sopranos). I told him I hope he didn’t get whacked on Sunday. If I knew then what I know now I probably would have done away with him right then and there. Damn you Sopranos!
But we all had a great time, too many laughs to even remember. The cherry was when I was leaving a convention-goer from Chicago approached me and asked if I’d like to come up to his room so he could give me a massage. I declined but like the true creepy gentleman he was he went out to the street and hailed me a cab anyhow. See ladies, there are a few left out there - even if they are probably married with children and have a bottle of KY ready and waiting in their hotel room for the first girl who says yes. Chivalry is alive indeed.
I’m going to break this entry up – more to come.
After that we headed to a lounge in a popular downtown Boston hotel. There was some sort of convention in town and the place was crawling with escorts, old business men, and binge drinking 30 year old women (okay so that last part was me). Seriously, it was every wife’s worst nightmare – I swore I saw Ted Kennedy at one point. That was the other funny part about this place, there were so many frigin people who looked like celebrities. Richard Pryor’s twin was there, I had my picture taken with Paulie Walnuts doppelganger (Sopranos). I told him I hope he didn’t get whacked on Sunday. If I knew then what I know now I probably would have done away with him right then and there. Damn you Sopranos!
But we all had a great time, too many laughs to even remember. The cherry was when I was leaving a convention-goer from Chicago approached me and asked if I’d like to come up to his room so he could give me a massage. I declined but like the true creepy gentleman he was he went out to the street and hailed me a cab anyhow. See ladies, there are a few left out there - even if they are probably married with children and have a bottle of KY ready and waiting in their hotel room for the first girl who says yes. Chivalry is alive indeed.
I’m going to break this entry up – more to come.
posted by Betty Blog at 8:36 AM
2 Comments:
Well, damnit, you gals want everything. There's a perfectly good grain salesman from the midwest, with a waiting supply of KY, willing to ditch all thoughts of his wife and kids for a good ten minutes or so, and that's not good enough for you.
Women.
I'm curious which hotel lounge that was. I'd like to avoid it.
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