"Rituals" before heading off to the club?

I have a similar routine - if I’m leaving from home. I brush my teeth, shower, shave (if I’ve not done that in the morning), and get dressed. If I’m heading out directly from my office - I just hop in my car and go.

Of course - I drop a deuce while rubbing one out - then write sexual epithets on the walls with smeared feces too - but I shower after that - as my hands can’t grip the steering wheel with all the feces on my hands...

^ "my hands can’t grip the steering wheel with all the feces on my hands..."

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The only thing that I do.. and I'm not sure if you can call this a "ritual", but I'll put on a little bit of pheromone cologne to help me get some more mileage in the VIP. Whether pheromone cologne actually works is debatable but I do get a lot of complements on how good I smell.

I do, however, have a ritual for when I return from the club. The moment I come through the door, I strip down completely and put all of my clothes in a bag so they can go straight to the washing machine. Then I'll jump in the shower to wash off the cologne and to get rid of any other cross-contamination that I might have somewhere on my body. I don't want to bring any of that sweat or bodily fluids from the other dancers and PL's into my house. I used to make the mistake of coming home from the club and going straight to bed. I would always wake up the next morning with pinkeye, a 24-hour bug, or some other short-term illness that I could only attribute to spending a couple of nights in the SC.

I would say that I read all the recent Reviews on TUSCL on that club before I go. But you guys would just say I was sucking up to Founder.

I do have a ritual after I have been to a club. I think about all the money I just spent. Oh well.

Do you mean besides taking all credit/debit/ATM cards out of your wallet. Checking your cash supply.
The only other thing I usually do shower and put on clean clothes.

In the summer I shower, shave close, put on shorts a t-shirt and sandals. Grab a few beers for the ride; pack the bowl; open the sunroof and drive 50 miles while listening to 70's punk. That gets me revved up so I either have a rockin time at the club or remain revved up enough for some wicked awesome road rage on the way home.

I'm not sure that getting dressed counts as part of the strip club ritual -- presumably, you do that every day before you leave the house... wait, juice is here, nevermind :)

I think the main SC-specific rituals I have:
- If I'm SCing with my buddies (which is more than half the time), as I'm getting dressed, group text everyone to get a status check on who will or won't make our agreed train
- Put together my little "away in the city SC survival pack" and stuff it in my jacket pockets: portable charger, small flashlight (this is earthquake country), beanie (SF is fkn cold at night even in the summer), purell, etc.

Used to be few visits were planned at all. Now, just get a lot of singles.

I do the douggy

Smoke a big fucking bowl.

i primp in front of the mirror while working out to Richard Simmons workout to the oldies. then spray a lot of hai karate on.

seriously...
i shower and shave.

I guess cleaning up very nicely is a ritual now. It's my "pregame" as well...

Make sure I won't need to take a shit for a few hours, freshen my breath, don my LDK pants and underwear, and smoke some herb.

Have some drinks, get out the adidas tracksuit and listen to Liberace to relax

I work nights, not on a regular schedule. I pretty much "know" which nights are going to be club nights well ahead of time. Morning of, I make sure I have the shirts I need for day work, night work and the club when I leave.

When the night work gets done, it depends. I usually change shirts on the way to the club. There's one club where I change in a nearby hotel parking lot. If I need cash, I stop at a nearby ATM and pull out what I want my budget goal to be for the night, though I also think about what plausible overage could be if an OTC opportunity pops up or I'm just having a good time and need to hit the club machine. If it's a UHM or extras club, I make sure to grab protection or stop at a drug store and get some.

A little cologne after I get to the club parking lot and in the door I go.

Only ritual I have is just check how much cash I have on me if I don’t have at least $500. I’ll stop and get some cash otherwise no ritual at all.

My only real ritual is after clubbing. I go straight to the confessional.

I check to make sure I have enough cash, but that's about it.

"Subraman

I'm not sure that getting dressed counts as part of the strip club ritual -- presumably, you do that every day before you leave the house... wait, juice is here, nevermind :)"

To be fair, it's not the fact that I'm getting dressed that happens every- wait. Bad way to put it. ;p

Really though. It's not that I dress, but -how- I dress. Ends up being pretty much the same outfit every time. I work in IT - I don't own "nice" shirts that aren't polo shirts, and I don't like wearing those to the club.

I jerk it 1.5 days in advance to reset my horniness level. This gives my body enough time to generate a new primary load and a backup load in case I plan to pop twice during a club visit.

Before going, I shower and brush my teeth. I'll also grab my collection of $1 I've been saving, baby wipes in case I need to stop to take a dump on the way to the club, chapstick and a roll of breath mints. I also bring the same zip up outer layer of clothing in case it is cold because from so many club visits, it smells like lube and perfume and I don't want to get another pull over smelly.

23 ounces of Arizona Green Iced Tea and I turn the radio off when I'm driving to the club. I clean myself up and puts lots of cologne on.

Cologne. Brush and floss.

The shortest route from home to my favorite club is 35 miles and goes right through down town Atlanta. There are 3 main routes that I could take and each of them has variations.

So I always check the Georgia Navigator web site for traffic conditions before choosing which way to go.

Shower and brush my teeth.

Showering, paying off the wife, you know the usual.