Was at Follies today. The SEC Championship is in town, but did not affect the early crowds. I would expect the clubs will be a zoo after the game.
Knowing the game is in town I expect hotels are going to be full of people's 'nieces' tonight. Which leads to the phone conversation at my table. Two white girls were sitting at my table. I wanted to VIP with Girl #1, but Girl #2 joined us and progress slowed down. Girl #1's phone rings and up pops a picture of a thug looking guy that I swear I have seen in Follies before smoking weed with girls. I can only hear one side of the conversation of course.
#1 - (to me) I gotta take this, it's my boyfriend #1 - Hey baby LISTENS #1- but baby I already got two LISTENS #1- I know baby. I'm sorry. Don't get that way, baby. I'm sorry. It's OK just text me the room number. HANGS UP #1 to #2 - my boyfriend got me three parties after the game. At least they're all at the same hotel. #2- my man been workin it. He got me partying till 2 in the morning. I may not come in tomorrow.
I guess this is that whole pimp mindfuck control thing. Do they really see these guys as boyfriends?

