Sunday school
After catching dinner at the Mirage, we headed over to the Hard Rock. Erin has some connections and thought she could get us into the popular Body English nightclub. The only problem was that we arrived a little early and Body English didn't open until 10:30 p.m. What better way to kill some time than gaming and boozing?
Chris and I bellied up to the Black Jack table while the girls played video poker at the bar. It took us a while to find a good table, though, as the Hard Rock obviously caters to the young-ins. All the single-deck 21 tables only paid even money on a Black Jack, and the double-deck paid 6-5. Therefore, we settled on a shoe game so we at least got paid 3-2 on a Black Jack, plus we had more splitting and double-down options.
Just my luck though, my cold streak continued from the night before. Chris was on a bit of a roll though, quickly doubling his $100 buy-in. But after about an hour of play, I was down $200 on the night and Chris was happy to quit at break-even. Once the girls came by, we made a quick stop at the Pink Taco and then we all walked over to Body English.
Erin soon found her bouncer friends and before we knew it, we were paying our $30 cover charge (only $20 for the women) and on our way in the club.
Okay, I'm a bit old to be clubbin' so I don't do it much, but I quickly saw what I've been missing. Body English was very cool. It was dark, there were many levels and there were beautiful women everywhere. The girls working the place were the most incredible, and I couldn't help but notice the consistent theme of attire -- short plaid skirts with slinky white tops. It wasn't until I checked the Body English calendar behind the bar that I noticed that every Sunday was "Sunday School," and thus all of the hired help wore their Catholic Girl outfits. Positively stunning. Who ever was running this place was a genius.
We all got some drinks and toured around the joint. Although we got in early, Body English filed up quickly. If I were ever to experiment with ecstasy, this would have been the night.
Girls danced with girls on the dance floor. One provocative duet had all they could do to keep their tops on. Pasties required.
We mingled, grabbed and fondled. Too bad work was waiting for us early Monday morning.
Trip gambling status: - $700
Chris and I bellied up to the Black Jack table while the girls played video poker at the bar. It took us a while to find a good table, though, as the Hard Rock obviously caters to the young-ins. All the single-deck 21 tables only paid even money on a Black Jack, and the double-deck paid 6-5. Therefore, we settled on a shoe game so we at least got paid 3-2 on a Black Jack, plus we had more splitting and double-down options.
Just my luck though, my cold streak continued from the night before. Chris was on a bit of a roll though, quickly doubling his $100 buy-in. But after about an hour of play, I was down $200 on the night and Chris was happy to quit at break-even. Once the girls came by, we made a quick stop at the Pink Taco and then we all walked over to Body English.
Erin soon found her bouncer friends and before we knew it, we were paying our $30 cover charge (only $20 for the women) and on our way in the club.
Okay, I'm a bit old to be clubbin' so I don't do it much, but I quickly saw what I've been missing. Body English was very cool. It was dark, there were many levels and there were beautiful women everywhere. The girls working the place were the most incredible, and I couldn't help but notice the consistent theme of attire -- short plaid skirts with slinky white tops. It wasn't until I checked the Body English calendar behind the bar that I noticed that every Sunday was "Sunday School," and thus all of the hired help wore their Catholic Girl outfits. Positively stunning. Who ever was running this place was a genius.
We all got some drinks and toured around the joint. Although we got in early, Body English filed up quickly. If I were ever to experiment with ecstasy, this would have been the night.
Girls danced with girls on the dance floor. One provocative duet had all they could do to keep their tops on. Pasties required.
We mingled, grabbed and fondled. Too bad work was waiting for us early Monday morning.
Trip gambling status: - $700
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