Bachelor Party - Night 9

My gracious hostess Chrissy agreed to drive me to the University of Arizona campus today for a little walk down memory lane. The University was on a building binge when I was here and it appears that little has changed in the past three years. My first stop was to be “The Vicarage”, an old house that had been transformed into our Planning Department auxiliary office and classroom, but now in its place stands a large modern administration building of some sorts. Once again the small Planning Department looks to have been pushed around again. After hitting up the Mall (which could be the greatest place in the City of Tucson proper) I went to the Oriental Express, my old favorite place, for lunch. I spent the afternoon stealing wireless in the UA library trying desperately to finish up some work for Greenfield Advisors. This project just won’t go away….well, no worries, it only has until Tuesday.

At 3 pm I checked into our suite at the

View from our Hotel

University Marriot for the night and headed to down to Fourth Avenue to check out my old house and get some of the world’s best Gelato at Brooklyn Pizza. It was good to see that little to nothing had changed on Fourth – it was still Tucson’s hip, quirky little avenue.

Chad and Eric arrived around 5 and we headed downstairs to Gentle Ben’s Brewery for drinks. Justin showed up shortly thereafter and about an hour later Chris (the bachelor), Mark, Danny and Jonathan arrived. After a good meal and microbrews we returned to the room to enjoy the cheaper booze. Around 9, we cabbed it to Curves, Tucson’s finest topless establishment. Five dollars to get in and drinks were about the same, not all that expensive by strip club standards. Our post-strip club activity brought us back to Gentle Ben’s, which at this point had turned into a happening bar atmosphere rather than the restaurant it pretends to be during the daylight hours. The after-bar lasted until about 5 am, when I finally gave it up and hit the sheets.

What I Learned Today: There are two types of guys at a strip clubs. Most of us (at least when mildly sober) understand the dynamics of the place and realize that girls in strip clubs will say and do almost anything for money. It is their job, after all. We are not moved by the touching or the whispers in the ear. And when a stripper says she loves you, we know it is bald-faced lie. But there is another type of man, who though often very intelligent in the real world, seems to lose about 80 IQ points solely by walking in the door. This is the guy who truly believes he might take a stripper home and spends the time and money to prove his beliefs. I’ll be the first to admit that it does happen (and perhaps one such success has forever ruined these men for life) , but in the end it would have been cheaper to simply head to Miracle Mile and pay up front for your desired services

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exumenius on October 4, 2007 from Tucson, United States

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