Thursday night at CH3

Arrived in Vegas for a sales trip/trade show. Over dinner with the crew, the boss suggested a strip club adventure before turning in for the night.

“I’m in!” I said, as the other four guys looked at each other nervously. Bunch of pussies!

Boss sent a text to a driver he knows at CH3, paid the dinner bill, and announced to the table our ride would be there in ten minutes. Still no other takers.