What does 5 o’clock Charlie and the Fiddleworms playing together on one night, watching Serenity for the second time in a week, finding a tasty new wings place in south Huntsville, going to a strip club at a married friend’s insistence, and finding not only was the cover free but late into the night a free lap dance was given by a three time mom stripper who’s hair smelled of pink Bubblicious have in common?
It all happened over my weekend. If you’re reading that to be insanely glamourous, then you’re reading it wrong.
Way too damn expensive is what it really was and time slightly squandered.
Though the free parts were pleasant bits of alright.
