A few years ago I drove down to Mexicali in The Sloback for a VW show. I was hanging out with a VW guy I met in Ensenada, and his whole crew- they were good guys, but lets just say that it was definitely a good thing that I was on their side
The night before the show, they all decide that we are going to the strip club, and I just kinda go along with them because I figure I want to stay on their side, and my spanglish was too rough to put up a defense... Yes, I hate going to the strip clubs. Its like going to a restaurant and ordering a delicious dinner, except when they bring your plate out, you arent allowed to eat it. You then have to pay for the dinner, and go home and make macaroni and cheese
Fuck that. But I digress...
We get there and immediately go straight to the front of the line, and we are allowed to walk right past the cashier. THAT was cool. Now I know Im happy to be hanging out with these guys. Anyway, ladies come and go on the stage, and if you've ever been to a strip club in Mexico, you know that the customer can get away with quite a bit more than you can here in The States.... I remember looking away from the stage for a moment, and when I did a loud SMACK!!! rang out like a bell through the club. Except for the music, everything became dead quiet. Seems one of the patrons took things a little bit too far with the dacing girl, and she slapped the holy hell out of him and gave him a stern NO! while waving her finger at him. He was promptly thrown out...
Later I got a private lap dance (hey, when in Rome, right?) by this girl who looked like a latin Christina Aguilera, and the next day I reeked of budussy (you know that scent that all strippers smell like? Butt, d!ck, pu$$y, and various men's cologne), and the shit just wouldnt wash off. That was the last time I went to a strip club...