Boys Town

In a dramatic departure from bridal showers, the bachelorette party is a walk on the wild side.  Not for the faint of heart. Not for old people.  I was concerned that it didn't START until seven o'clock- horrors!  Well... that was just round one.  Round two, the main course, so to speak, didn't start until TEN o'clock.  I am so lame.

Bride-to-be, in hot pants.

We relocated from the very hip bar, Delite, to the tawdry gay joint, Boys Town.  Possibly even "Boyz Town."  They had saved us tables right by the stage! 

That's right, folks, a pole.

The bouncer was absolutely sweet.  He totally commiserated with my friend Kim about the picture on her driver's license.  He hates his, too.  Everybody had to have two drinks (there's no cover charge) so Courtney bought us pitchers of beer. 

Chance came around and introduced himself.  I thought he might be the owner; he was so genuinely happy to have all of us there.  A bodybuildin' fool, is Chance, with a perpetual smile and hugs for all.  Oh, but there is more to Chance than meets the eye.  That is, the rest of Chance met our eyes a little later.

The first performer looked barely old enough to be in there, and, as Becky said, looked like he might have been the dishwasher or the cook, commandeered to do the opening act.  There was nothing sexy about him.
The second and third performers were equally silly, and may I just point out here that all of them LEFT THEIR SOCKS ON.  That is just way too Risky Business to be anything but sophomoric.  Then our friend Chance came down the stage.  He at least had fabulous muscles.  But his sweet, constant smile makes him too cute to be sexy.

Anyway.  None of them stripped down to nothing. Courtney did tip them, and wished audibly for hand sanitizer afterwards.  There were also several barely controlled fits of giggling.  I mostly wished I was sleeping.

I knew it would be blogworthy.