Karaoke and Naked Men Part 2

As we got closer to the door we could now read the bill board sign out side the club. It read: Prom Night. "Huh..what"? "You got to be kidding me"? Somebody please tell me, that's only the theme of the night! As I begin to look at the faces of the people in line and around me. I noticed that they looked a lot younger than me. This would explain why the majority of the girls there had all there body parts hanging out. Backs and Fronts just showing. I mean it looked as if these young girls were at a prostitute in training convention. Everybody was hoochiefied out. I felt like I was too conservative, and I had on a classy cute dress. When your young sometimes you don't know the difference between Class and Trash. If you turn to and uncut BET video you will see what I mean. Times have defiantly change. We didn't wear coochie shorts and heals to my prom. I think the slinkiest thing I wore as a teen were a pair of homemade daisy dukes. Awww... the good Ole days. There were people there my age and older, but there were a lot of younger people there. Some who still look like they were juniors in high school. This was NOT my cup of tea. I'm not ready to be a Cougar yet.

Once we got inside the female security guard had to frisk you and search through your purse. The lady was so busy throwing away my key chain; which was really a link that separates one set of keys from another. She told me that I couldn't take it inside the club. I would have to throw it away. I would also have to check my mace at the door. I could pick it up when I left. I asked her why couldn't I check both of items? Why would she keep one and throw the other away. It didn't make any sense! Then she looked at me and dropped my key chain in the trash >:-(
She was soo busy trying to get rid of my key link that her slow butt for got to frisk me. Doesn't make any sense does it? Once inside the club we found out with four different floor were four different events. You had a post prom party going on, along with two other parties on other floors,
BUT Where in the Hell Were the Strippers? Nobody knew! We asked several different staff and of course got several different answers. No one new what was going on. First we were told that the strippers were on the lower level. Then we were told they were upstairs.

Finally we were told they were in the basement level. We went to the basement level and there was a door man there. He told us that they hadn't came yet, but we were welcome to take a seat and wait until the doors open. We waited about ten minutes maybe. When the girl who told us about the strippers started tripping big time. Lets call her Kate for privacy reason. She said that she didn't want to sit and wait. She wanted to go dance!
I asked her "with who?" The high schoolers"?
The other women and myself were ready to bounce! Kate got upset because we didn't want to stay. She started making smart comments out the side of her mouth and I had to check her.
It went something like this: "LOOK, how old are you again?". She said 25yrs. "Well, then your grown. If you want to stay you can, but I have to be at work in the morning and I am NOT in the mood nor am I dressed to be dancing, ex specially not with any children. I came to see sexy, male, meat get on the stage and shake their money maker! You know what I'm saying?"

*Personal Note* It is for this very reason why I like to meet people at places and not go together because you don't have to fill obligated to stay together. If you ready to bounce, you can.
No questions and No attitudes!

After three minutes passed Kate decided to leave with the rest of us. I went to pick up my mace and the female security guard asked me why was I leaving so soon. I told her we came for the strippers and they weren't there yet. She informed me that they had performed already. Then the other security guard butted in and said that was incorrect. They would be performing in anther hour, and yet No one really knew for sure! This reminded of my situation with the Port Authority. Dumb, Rude and Ignorant workers all around.

I told her that I was ready to leave and I would like my mace back. Now I want the readers to tell me if this makes any sense at all? The security guard gave me back my mace and told me to go out the other exit; which was on the other side of the club. I didn't have an escort. No one was monitoring me. Why in the hell did she take my mace in the first place? I could have maced anyone and still gotten out of the club with no one being any wiser. What was the point of checking the mace. Let alone throwing my key chain away???

Once out side there were plenty of people still trying to get into this lame club. I don't know you always here big things about Webster Hall. Maybe we just came on the wrong night...Anyway as we walk towards the end of the block we heard a loud screech and then a bang. There were two cabs on the corner, and one had ran into the other. It's not right, but it was funny to me! I started heckling. Especially when the cab driver got out his cab to curse the other cab driver. I yelled "Don't y'all got insurance?" If the cab drivers cant drive in NYC then no one can. If you ask me everybody here drives crazy!

Now I have made it back to the subway. I'm on the train for about 15 minutes. Back in time square waiting to make my transfer so I can take my tired self home, and try to get some rest. I see the N train pass, and then nothing, and then more nothing. I 'm wondering why is it taking so long. It's usually a three minute wait at the most to make a transfer. That's when I realized I have been waiting at the wrong line for over 15minutes. I get to the right line, and make it home safely. I know you want to laugh...Go ahead;-)

All I have to say is
" I Should have went with my first instinct and stayed my chocolate behind in the house!" Why do we question our first instinct?