This blog entry is an extension of the other blog I wrote earlier today. While I typically prefer to combine blogs, I felt last night was just too crazy to make it one blog (so I split it up).

Let me say that I NEVER wanted to go to a strip club. I do not care for the people at them, and they just not a place I want to spend a Friday night at. Lets say I got plenty of offers to go to strip clubs with people even offering to give me a good amount of money, but I always refuse. It's also against my moral beliefs in many ways too.

While we were at a Mexican restaurant last night, most of the group said they were going to another bar near Glen Burnie, MD. At first I thought it was just a regular local bar some just like stopping in on a Friday night for a short time. Other times while I was out I did that, so I figured nothing could be bad. I felt maybe I'll have a few more beers there because I was feeling better. So I rode in the car with a co-worker having absolutely no idea where we were going. Seems like we were heading into Brooklyn (a very bad area near Baltimore).

We got out of the car and I was told we had to put our cell phones away. I could not understand that so I did it. I never heard of the place before and the building looked kind of plain. So we go inside one set of doors, then another, and see two guards wanting to check everyone's ID (they didn't ask to see mine, lol). So we go inside and I see two poles. At first I thought it was just like MEX, which had an area for women to dance although they would not be naked. They tell me to sit at a table. Once we say down, there were women coming out trying to take off their clothes. Right away I shouted at my co-workers extremely angry with them telling them we gotta leave. I tried telling them strip clubs were against my moral beliefs and crap, and they kept telling me they are not leaving. I said I'll just go outside (even if I have to stand outside in the cold), and they said you don't want to do it because we are in one of the worst areas around Baltimore, MD. Seriously, that club reminded me of the Hostess Clubs in Yakuza 4 when I looked around. They told me I never experienced a strip club before, and I kept telling them I did in Yakuza 4 video game. They said there's a different between a video game and real life. I did not want to tip any girls $1 or anything, I just wanted to stay away. When one girl tried to rub her tits on me, I jumped out of my chair running away. All these guys excited to look at naked women there were looking at me all weird. I kept trying to stay away, while my co-workers were screaming at me to just relax, have a few beers to loosen me up, and to tip them money. They even ordered me a Coors Light without me asking, then telling me I HAD to drink it because I can't leave beer without drinking it. They did tell a bunch of the girls it was my first time there and tried getting them (whether it was strippers or just waitresses there) to be nice to me and try talking to me. They kept telling me to look at the tits (I saw them), but I was still too upset about being there. I did tip $1 JUST to please my co-workers (I just put the $1 in the strap and looked away right away). They kept going to the ATM getting more money.

They said they were only going to be there for an hour, but it seemed to be 2 hours. They were taking girls in a room for a lap dance (UGH). One girl there noticed I wasn't having fun and probably wanted to rape me, but at least a co-worker got her off me. My clothes smelt horrible from those strippers out there which is why I felt very uncomfortable. I could not believe I was around such weird people who were so excited to blow hundreds of dollars on strippers. I saw some old guy beyond excited to take a girl back for a lap dance (ewwwwwwwwww). My co-workers said they'd pay for a lap dance, but I said no (at least I didn't spend any of my own money there). Finally we ended up leaving the place and I felt relieved. My co-worker who lives near me drove me home (we drove through some REALLY bad areas at night around midnight).

Once I went home, I took a shower, and dumped my clothes/jacket in the washing machine. I tweeted on my twitter: "They tricked me into going to a strip club, them.", "I just took a shower to clean off their. I'll blog about the strip club story later".

Right now I just feel like a major idiot choosing to go out with my co-workers to the next place. I haven't heard word of them going to a strip club for a long time, so I assumed that wasn't where we were going (they just said bar). I would not have gone through that if I just went home with another co-worker after the two restaurants. Since I'm very sheltered, I wouldn't know if I was going into a strip club until I see girls come out (or if it matches Yakuza 4). I just have lots of regret right now trusting people not to take me to one, and just ending up at one. I feel like I'm a horrible person over this. At least I learned a lesson and won't do this again.

Keep in mind it's not like I'm afraid of naked girls, I just don't care for the strippers who are only their to make money (who are sometimes dirty, heavy smokers, have too many tattoos, etc.). I rather just have a regular normal girlfriend I can spend time with, instead of wasting money at a strip club.

Now I want to do my best to forget about what happened last night. Outside of feeling hungover, I've been inside watching quite a bit of anime (mostly English subtitled anime with JP voices, along with Gundam). Whatever makes me forget what all happened is good. I was okay with having more drinks than normal, but going to a strip club was going to far. I don't think I'm ever going out on a Friday/Saturday night again unless I'm snowboarding or going to to anime convention.

I will say this, anime conventions are WAY more enjoyable than strip clubs, and this is coming from someone who has been to both. I rather smell con-funk at an anime convention than skank ass at a strip club.