Hey Brits/Euros, why don't you look closely at words printed the napkin I'm holding in the second picture.
Anyway, the weekend was awesome and it was cool to hang out in NYC with you guys. I was just disappointed that Ryan never got carded.
Now for the much-talked about strip club story:
After paying our huge bar tab and hitting up Ray's; Ryan, Jordan, and I decide to go to a strip club. The nearest one is Flashdancers, I've been there before for a bachelor party and it wasn't too bad. The women were pretty good and the atmosphere was decent. So we get there, pay our excessive $20 cover and are directed by the bouncer to the "VIP Area." Whatever, I guess the way we were dressed (or they were dressed) gave them the impression that we were big spenders. We've all had a lot to drink, and I'm pretty sure Ryan and Jordan would agree that we're all drunk off our asses that point. However, the fastest way to get kicked out of a strip club is not to order drinks. So we go ahead and order three beers and are entertained for the next hour or so. Our cocktail waitress never comes by and asks us if we want anything else. In fact, I have to flag her down to get the check. She brings the check, I break out my credit card and she informs me that there is a $30 minimum, and our three beers ONLY cost $27. I'm okay with that though, its a strip club, I'll deal with it.
The only thing that bothered me about it was that I'm pretty sure she was making the whole thing about the minimum tab up to make us buy something else. I wasn't pissed at this point, and her tip was still going to be okay. So, I look through the drink menu--prices NOT included, and order a shot of Tequila thinking it couldn't be more than $9. The tequila comes out, and its basically half a shot of Tequila that even a homeless person wouldn't touch. I get my updated tab...$43. Sixteen dollars for half a shot of shitty Tequila. Now, I'm not happy. I draw a line through the space where a tip should be left. As the cocktail waitress is picking up the bill she does a double-take and says to me, "That space is where the tip should be left." "Yeah, I know," was my response. "So you're not tipping me anything?" "Nope." "But, I work on tips." "I know that, but you completely ripped me off on that shot and you didn't exactly provide great service." She said, "I don't make the prices though, you should take that up with management." "Yeah right. Maybe you could discuss the issue with management for me because it certainly doesn't bother you that I'm getting ripped off here." At this point she took my check and stormed off. At this point, I knew that the bouncers would be by any second to kick our asses out. So we saved them the trouble and just left.
The next morning, I go and check my balance of my checking account, and $100 magically had disappeared from my debit card account from the last time I checked it the night before. I remember spending around $120 at Tonic and $43 at Flashdancers along with a few miscellaneous minor charges (Ray's Pizza and cigs). My best guess is that the miserable c*nt cocktail waitress had gone back and given herself a $100 tip from my debit card. Well, theres no doubt I'm going to be contesting that charge with my bank. All in all, it was pretty funny and I don't think its a huge deal (even though I could totally go after her and Flashdancer for credit card fraud) just as long as I get my money back.
America's chickens are coming home to rooooost!