Last night was pretty wild. Well read back in my journal about John and Laura, where I coined the term “Cult of Laura.” Anyhow, the bet to get married is still on except the person who anulls the wedding first, must pay the other $1,000. Crazy eh? Anyhow, George, the head promoter of MAX (and the guy who I’m working for to promote Cheetah Fridays) managed to rent out the entire Scores Strip club up on 60th st and 2nd ave (under the Queensboro bridge). Funny thing… More girls showed up than the guys (or so it seemed). Good thing George hired male strippers to bring them in. LOL. After the male review was over in the other room, the girls came back into the main room where female strippers entertained the guests. I do have to say that the females seemed to be enjoying the scene more than the guys. Personally, the effect wore off pretty quickly. Too many naked women, then it just seems to be normal all the sudden. It’s like when you zone out background noise or get used to a smell when you’re there for awhile I guess.

I brought my very good friend Uma with me, esp. since it was one of her wishes and fantasies to go to a strip club with a bunch of guys (but all her guy friends are too chicken s**t for that). Also she needed some dearest cheering up since her asshole boyfriend dropped her like a rock in the most childish way, and completely blocked all communication. I told her bring no money… This is your cheer up night. Strange… She seemed to enjoy the place more than I did. She got god knows how many lapdances and serveral massages.

As for the massages, ooh man. Seriously… George hired this independent massuse to come massage people for a mere $20. Good deal. Magic fingers. I didn’t think I needed one, but went for it anyway. I became butter in less than a second. Geez… didn’t realize I was so tense. As Uma said to the massuse, “He reeaaallly needed that!” LOL. I do have to say, those hands were magical and were 10X better than anything in the world. SERIOUSLY… I kid you not. Uma got several massages, she can testify that these massages are complete 10 minutes of Nirvana. =)

John, Steve, and George paid for lapdances for me as belated b-day presents. Actually those lapdances were more disney lapdances… LOL. Thanks Mayor Guiliani. >=O

After a few rounds of drinks with George and the crew, Laura started looking a bit nervous. She refused to drink or get a lapdance… =( It’s her party! arrgh.

Tonight is Sinthia’s party at Ryan and Kozmo.com boy’s (our good friend Joe Park)huuuuge apt. Hehe… Party on. I’m making up for a year of being a hermit. LOL. Hhahah… Sometime my ambitions consume me!