Club Memorabalia

My poetry sucks
My haiku, it seems, has bombed
Should have said "too will"

Like my memories
The keepsake will too be lost
Trinkets are useless

A couple of pens and a few pics from when one of my old favorite clubs used to take Polaroid pictures of you with the dancers for an obscene amount of cash. I don't know if it counts as club memorabilia, but on a couple occasions, I got free porn DVD's and I still got them.

Avoiding being turned into a carpet stain no longer counts as wisdom? What is happening to this world? Next you'll tell me there are no candy-stripers names Bambi who wear garters and stockings and 6 inch heels and will give you a "special" sponge bath.

FONDL, I have a friend whose second marriage ended in a room at the Four Seasons in Manhattan when his wife got his wallet to tip the staff member who brought up room service. He was in the bathtub at the time. The wallet contained a nude photo of friend's girlfriend in Sweden (he had been involved in a deal that had him in Stockholm a couple of times a month.). She walked into the bathroom, tore up the picture, threw it into the tub (on top of naked friend) and walked out. The next communication was the Petition and Summons in the divorce case.

He did, however, say that the Swedish girl was almost--almost--worth it.

Lopaw, it still counts as wisdom, it's just a little more complicated than AN realized. Anyway I agree with your comment about memories. "Cry not because it's over, rather smile because it happened, for memories are the only thing you get to keep." (BTW, does anyone know the source of that quote? I'm sure I don't have it exactly right and I think I added the last part myself, but it's still one of my thoughts.)

Ahhhh, my young grasshopper......it shames me to tell you that what you mistook for wisdom is sadly just cowardice. You see,if lopaw were to return home with remnants of joyous evening from local stripclub/teahouse, honorable wife would make sure that only remnant of lopaw is small stain on carpet.

Honorable wife expert swordswoman. Lopaw sleep most nights with one eye open.

The only thing I want to take home from a club is memories.

lopaw, Sensei, I bow to the wisdom of your haiku


OK, you need to make o-n-ly three syllables, but come on, it's so close!

shadowcat: I would say that's a rude DJ for singling someone out and commenting rudely on what they are wearing. It's none of his damn business. If that wasn't your favorite club, you and possibly your friends might have never returned thanks to the rude DJ. Of course that sounds normal for DJ's in this area I believe.

I used to get all kinds of T-shirts, golf towels, and even pics of me and the feature dancers when I first started going to strip clubs. I still have the autographed pics hid somewhere and everything else stuffed in a bag not sure what to do with it. I don't really care to explain to someone how I got everything. I think I even have a boob painted T-shirt. I noticed one stripper is even on a short beach video talking to me but you can't tell she is a stripper. I would be interested in club token gifts if it didn't have their club slogan all over it but with it I never use the stuff and it just becomes stuff I never use.

For those of us in the married class, this is generally outside the realm of possibility. For the first three seconds, I'd love to see the look on Mrs. Chi-town's face if I was wearing a t-shirt from a strip club (of course, she's kind of naive, like me, so she might not notice or appreciate the significance of any particular shirt.)

Friday nights at a club I go to, they try to generate "energy" around midnight by giving away T-shirts to whoever screams the loudest. By the way some guys shred their lungs, you would think they stood to win an all-night fuck with their stripper of choice. I don't need to stinking T-shirt or a bunch of rabid newbies damaging my ears, so I usually split.

About the only memorabilia I have is old matchbooks that turn up when I clean out my drawers.

From clubs I collect matchbooks/boxes, but I also collect them from restaurants, hotels, nightclubs, etc. so that may not count.

Here in Vancouver it's not the clubs but individual dancers who provide most of the memorabilia; they'll throw stuff with their picture on it out into the audience to work upthe crowd increase their popularity. As they work the circuit here the more popular dancers can command more money from the clubs. Over the years I've snagged many posters, postcards, lighters, keychains, etc as they were thrown to me although as I've gotten older I don't make as much noise as the kids and so get less stuff.

I have a ball-point pen that says "Crystal City Restaurant" that I must have gotten from my ATF when she waitressed there. I also have a couple of nude photos from a dancer who was trying to get modeling jobs. But that's it, frankly I don't want much stuff like that lying around.

Chitown, it was probably somewhat like the expression on Mrs. FONDL when she came across the nude photo of an old favorite which was signed "luv Snuggles" on the back. That led to some interesting discussion. No more memorabilia for the FONDL, although I probably do have some old matches somewhere.