Bachlor Party

**Dawson 1st MRB** · November 7, 2010

I don't know how I'm going to type describe this, bu tI* am quite druknk right now. To start at the end of the story I went to the penthouse in Houston, and now I have a black eye (pictures to follow if possible).

Lets start from the begginging. I am a member of a musical fraternity. I play piano, trombone, and on occasion sing, but that is beside the point. We start our night at Mia Luna, a tapas restaurant in Houston. Houston by definition is the land of good food and resturants so we delighteed in out time at the place telling stories of long since past little knowing that we were to make a new one. Rodney, my fraternity bother of North Texas, sadly droped out of this story just after this point not knowint the craziness that would ensue. We go to The Mens Club of houston only to find it somewhat empty and the girisl, while nice, not quite as willing to dance for us as we would like. We then proceed to Tresures in Houston where we were scamed into attempting a $625 per hour lap dance of sorts that my soberness is unable to descripe. Suffice to say that 3 strippers tried to take advangate of us. We then proceed to the Penthouse. Ah, the three keys bode good fortunes.

Here is the beef of the night. I aquired some $1 dollar shows and a single lap dance, but then my big brother shown through. He bought the coveted champagne bottle. I was called onto the stage with at least 2 stripeers (ther might hav ebeen a third, I'm not sure) where in which I sustainted a serious bruise just below my right eye. This was a boon like no other. From which this black eye was revived I obtained multiple dances from multiple dancers.

I am writing this to you with a slight disavangate of priphrehapal vision. I can say that I would gladly give up my other eye for such a reward.

I am not going to attempt to sober up enough to sleep, thank you.

-Mike fucking D