End Of The World Party

(This is long, just a forewarning.)

It’s Saturday night. I felt rather overworked for the several days that led up to it and didn’t have the energy to work. I can’t remember the last time I took the weekend off. On this particular day was when everyone was getting hyped up over the supposed rapture/planet collision that was supposed to wipe all of humanity out (again). And what do I when a natural disaster or the end of the world is in my direction? I go to the strip club. I went out clubbing the night before the 2012 shenanigans, I went out the night before Hurricane Matthew and Hurricane Irma hit Jacksonville. And now, I called up my friend after finishing my daily errands, asked if he wanted to grab a burger at Wacko’s with me, on the night where some mysterious planet could obliterate us at any moment. I suppose it’s just tradition for me to party the night before or the same day of impending doom.

It was my idea to pick Wacko’s, primarily because it’s been a couple months since I last went there to hangout and have dinner. It’s presently a similar situation that I used to have regularly attending Scores. I’ll go there from time to time, but 90% of the time, I don’t have a quality experience to write about - whether if it’s from the lack of interesting girls, lack of interest in me from interesting girls, or business was just sluggish and unmotivated. So for the most part, all I and my friend of choice have done together was have a couple of drinks, order some food, observe the surroundings for a little bit before taking our leave. I should also note that up until this past Saturday, I have NEVER had a VIP given to me at Wacko’s. I figured that now would be a good time to change that.