anyhoo, let me share with you a story for the coming festive that i have encountered not too long ago. there was a lovely gathering amogst friends, both old and new in a neighbourhood club. There was a date-inaccurate mardi gras event, which was unfortunate but enjoyable non the less. *Fun Fact: Mardi Gras usually takes place exactly 46 days before easter.* hired dancers dressed in various costumes entertained the crowd and since christmas is around the corner, santa and his santarina girls were also present. I was once a santarina, but that's a story for another time.
Moving on, we were kindly placed in the VIP area together with the manager of these talents. As the dancers visited the booth I was surprised with the lovely presence of our dear old St Nick (dude in costume) and his mardi gras friends. I was sitting down with my drink and really enjoying the burst of glow sticks, colours and sequin glitters that brigthened up the booth. When suddenly, santa came forward, placed a long-ish pole thing behind my neck, and proceeded to give me a lap-dance. Yes, i always wanted to one day be entertained with a lap dance. However, i did not expected it to come in this form;
Yes, the impostor, who ruined my image of jolly St Nick, was unfortunately, accurate in size. this is going to be the one time i regret accuracy. It was quite memorable as his paper filled fake belly was attempting to reconstruct my face while his baggy red pants occupied by what seemed like skinny legs crashed against mine. *looks upon the heavens* Dear God, this is NOT what i meant when i said i would like a lap dance that you would approve!!Well, at least it's somewhat the spirit of x-mas. Ha! 'X'-mas indeed. Maybe next time, if ever this was too happen again, something in this direction would less likely shock me to death;
May you have a pleasent christmas!
