So, what did I learn last night in the strip club? I definitely learned that wearing high heels all night can make your legs feel like they have varicose veins constantly rumbling under the surface, ready to sprout at a moments notice. Probably changing my shoes from my ‘vintage’ Primark numbers that felt like slippers, to nice heels that actually look good probably wasn’t a good idea. Aesthetically, yes. If I want to prevent invasive vein removal surgery in the near future, no.
I also learned that love can blossom in the strangest of places. Last night a guy proposed to his girlfriend while she was having a lapdance. Apparently the table they were sitting at was where they had first met and he had given the stripper the ring to surprise her with. How romantic. She accepted; love was in the air, blah bah blah. Meanwhile another couple is having sex in one of the VIP booths while amused dancers watched the action on the CCTV screens in the changing rooms. There’s a lesson…don’t shag in a club where there are cameras every square yard. Walk of shame is an understatement.
What else? I’m feeling pretty shallow today…no deep insights from this corner. Don’t drink too much champagne and shout at your manager when you are blatantly and obviously in the wrong. It can be embarrassing the next day. Voila! Insightful…
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