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Okay I have figured out the question to why girls dress like a skank. On Friday, the group went to a SoHo club because Ali's college friend was promoting something. It was fun to pass the velvet ropes and be escorted into the VIP area. Watching the crowd (and I mean crowd since the place was beyond packed) I realized that most of the girls were dressed like whores! Seriously. They even had go-go dancers in little more than underwear (I mean the underwear that is closer to a thong than briefs). I saw one group of guys take a picture with the go-go girl's butt! Seriously, she just plopped it down on the guy's shoulder and then click. I wonder if she cracked a smile (okay bad joke). Sadly I did not get any pictur
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es of the girls because they were getting enough attention from our guys anyway. After an hour at the place, I suddenly realized why girls were so little dressed. It was over 100 degrees with 99% humidity! Yep, cram together a couple hundred people, loud music, stiff drinks, and you get massive heat overload. Bethany and I kept shedding layers until anything else would be indecent. With the raging house music, I distinctly heard a bongo undertone. All of a sudden, someone said, "Do you hear that bongo drum? That sounds so real. Wait there is a bongo player here!" Yep there was some rasta guy with a bongo strapped to his waist playing along
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to every song. Odd but at least it made the club somewhat interesting. We ended up leaving the sauna (in lieu for the favorite east village dive bar Doc Ho
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lidays) shortly thereafter.
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