party with those you like....

Are we bored at the Peanut on Sundays?

Or is this just a bad case of the "itis" haha



these ladies didn't have what they had...

Cinco de Gyno

Oh, Club Korruption, how you fail to impress.

We went to Korruption in the West Bottoms AGAIN on Friday night (incidentally, Cinco de Mayo, aka Mexican St Patrick's Day) in the hopes that it would be the party that matched its overblown MySpace bulletins. ("Biggest dance party ever! You'll sweat through your shirt!!!")

We played some pool, drank some margaritas. We made our own fun, don't get me wrong. But the owners of the bar, well, they worry me.

First of all, one of the owner's friends, a roundish guy who was playing pool next to us, was wearing this shirt that read, "I'm not a Gynocologist, but I'll take a look." Step aside, Dean Martin -- we've got a real gentleman here!

Secondly, the Corazon tequila girls were in attendance, and handed out free keychains. You know what? I don't have a problem with that. Never mind where I was going with that. Advance apologies to whomever gets regifted this second-rate tequila keychain...with love from me.

But thirdly, as he was closing up shop, the owner (the not-Gary owner...I like Gary...I think) announced loudly to the room, "Okay everyone, last call. Everyone must get out. The only people who can stay are the people who know what my bathroom at home looks like." He gave a hint: his bathroom has just been remodeled. The look on his face indicated that he was going to enjoy this game immensely. Owning a bar must be far better for getting chicks than simply being the Guy With Coke.

And get this: there were chicks at the bar actually guessing about this fat old man's bathroom for the privelage of staying with him in the empty ballroom of Korruption. Is that really a prize? These girls were really, really trying to be right, guessing about fixtures and stuff. I was at the bar waiting for my tab, so I took a shot.

"Porcelain dildos affixed to the shower walls?"

Just kidding...

But seriously....I do like Korruption...it's like there's a voodoo curse on that dance floor, though. It's a no-man's land. No shirts were sweat-ed through...which is too bad, because I really needed to see that Gynocologist shirt switched out.