I had a good weekend, as I had hoped, although a weird ending to my night last night.  Friday I went out with a couple of guys to see Quantum of Solace...   I liked it, but it wasn't as good as I had hoped.  The way they jerk the camera around to spruce up the action was just too hard to follow.  But I'm sill a huge Bond fan and a big fan of Daniel Craig as Bond.

Yesterday I had a nice dinner with a stripper friend, T.  We ate out at a Thai restaurant and had some pineapple wine.... mmmmm....  I did have fun.  She's a really nice girl and is definitely hot.  Today I spent time with some friends playing Dungeons and Dragons... fun.  We do that sooo infrequently.  A lot of it's my fault because my schedule sucks.  But it is what it is.

Anyways, the bad part came last night.  I dropped T off at the club and then came in to visit.  I had fun playing pool and talking with the girls.  But... there was this one new girl, A,  that's been working there maybe a month or so.  I've gotten a few lap dances from her before and she came up to me again last night.  I figured I'd get a couple dances.  So we went back.  Then I got dances from one of the other girls I know, V.  Here's where my issue starts.

Right at the beginning of the dance, she tells me that she was talking with A's boyfriend that happened to be at the club.  He told her that I was weird because of what I did... I guess really what I DIDN'T do during the dance with A.  I guess he expected me to try to rape her or pay her to prostitute or.... whatever.... and I didn't.

Screw him on what he thinks I should be doing when I receive a dance.  What burns me is the girl felt it was such an oddity that she told her boyfriend about it, who then talked to one of the other girls about it.  Like I'm some kind of hot topic of conversation or something.  Am I like the guy who wants her to do some freaky shit or something?  No... it was a very tame dance.

I dunno why, but for some reason, it just really bothers me. 

"What do they say?" the priest inquired.

They say, "Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?"

"That's obscene!" the priest exclaimed, then he thought for a moment. "You know," he said, "I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male talking parrots, which I have taught to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we'll put them in the cage with Francis and Peter. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship, and your parrots are sure to stop saying that phrase in no time.

"Thank you," the woman responded, "this may very well be the solution." The next day, she brought her female parrots to the priest's house. As he ushered her in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage holding rosary beads and praying.

Impressed, she walked over and placed her parrots in with them. After a few minutes, the female parrots cried out in unison: "Hi, we're hookers! Do you want to have some fun?"

There was stunned silence.

Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, "Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been answered!"