At home I'm going through a delicate situation. That's why my mood is a bit down and stress is making the rounds in my body.
On Saturday (my birthday), I called my friend Sandra.
- What are you doing today, asked thoughtful.
- Nothing ... I have no desire for anything, my stomach hurts and breaks my head, I answered truthfully.
- But you will not be alone tonight! Venite to go home and eat something there.
- No, Sandra, refuted. I'm not mad at center with this car morondanga.
Half an hour later I called again:
- I spoke with Patricia (which lives near the house.) It happens to look at 9 and come here. Then we see what we do.
I was unable to say no. Reluctantly, but aware that I would much rather get some fresh air, I signed up for departure.
weather was not seen Patricia. So the trip was the perfect excuse to catch up with gossip and mourn a little for the misfortunes of another. Any woman knows what those moments can be liberating. So we made it lighter Sandra stress and mood jacarandoso.
- We go to Golden, we snapped Sandra without anesthesia. None of the three had previously been in that place, and actually sounded as a fun alternative. And over there we go.
Upon arrival we received a very nice man. After asking if it was our first time (in Golden, obviously), informed us that there were two rates, according to the location of the table. As the difference was not great and the show we were going to witness warranted a good visibility we chose the most expensive.
then crossed a black curtain, very heavy, to find a place not too big, with little light. We were greeted by a boy dressed in black pants and white collar and cuffs with black light protruding, who accompanied us to the table, excellent location on a platform. We started well.
Then came another man who introduced himself and told us to be our waiter, and then we cut pizza, they are free. Then I remembered
sociological studies of my friend Fabian and I was ready to do likewise.
Myth No. 1: "Women are a desperate and get as crazy."
False. Women are crazy. We do not need encouragement to it. But the truth is that most (not made a detailed study) were like us: ordinary women who want to have fun.
A while later a transvestite who officiated as master of ceremonies opened the show.
There were 3 main groups: those bachelorette parties celebrating the birthday girl, and celebrating their divorces.
The "madam" named us and brought us up on stage to receive a peck of two adonis prepared for this purpose (and yes .... I got. Or perhaps it was my birthday?).
In the first box (actually all had the same structure) went to the public "The Phantom of the Opera", complete with mask. Rose spectacularly to the stage where he danced sensually. He took off his mask, revealing a pretty face. Continued taking off her shirt, and that it got interesting: broad shoulders, arms worked, and abdominal and chest marked board. He kept pulling his pants, leaving only a slip dress tail-less fluorescent orange. Just when we thought the number was over, voilà!, Disappeared slip.
On Saturday (my birthday), I called my friend Sandra.
- What are you doing today, asked thoughtful.
- Nothing ... I have no desire for anything, my stomach hurts and breaks my head, I answered truthfully.
- But you will not be alone tonight! Venite to go home and eat something there.
- No, Sandra, refuted. I'm not mad at center with this car morondanga.
Half an hour later I called again:
- I spoke with Patricia (which lives near the house.) It happens to look at 9 and come here. Then we see what we do.
I was unable to say no. Reluctantly, but aware that I would much rather get some fresh air, I signed up for departure.
weather was not seen Patricia. So the trip was the perfect excuse to catch up with gossip and mourn a little for the misfortunes of another. Any woman knows what those moments can be liberating. So we made it lighter Sandra stress and mood jacarandoso.
- We go to Golden, we snapped Sandra without anesthesia. None of the three had previously been in that place, and actually sounded as a fun alternative. And over there we go.
Upon arrival we received a very nice man. After asking if it was our first time (in Golden, obviously), informed us that there were two rates, according to the location of the table. As the difference was not great and the show we were going to witness warranted a good visibility we chose the most expensive.
then crossed a black curtain, very heavy, to find a place not too big, with little light. We were greeted by a boy dressed in black pants and white collar and cuffs with black light protruding, who accompanied us to the table, excellent location on a platform. We started well.
Then came another man who introduced himself and told us to be our waiter, and then we cut pizza, they are free. Then I remembered
sociological studies of my friend Fabian and I was ready to do likewise.
Myth No. 1: "Women are a desperate and get as crazy."
False. Women are crazy. We do not need encouragement to it. But the truth is that most (not made a detailed study) were like us: ordinary women who want to have fun.
A while later a transvestite who officiated as master of ceremonies opened the show.
There were 3 main groups: those bachelorette parties celebrating the birthday girl, and celebrating their divorces.
The "madam" named us and brought us up on stage to receive a peck of two adonis prepared for this purpose (and yes .... I got. Or perhaps it was my birthday?).
In the first box (actually all had the same structure) went to the public "The Phantom of the Opera", complete with mask. Rose spectacularly to the stage where he danced sensually. He took off his mask, revealing a pretty face. Continued taking off her shirt, and that it got interesting: broad shoulders, arms worked, and abdominal and chest marked board. He kept pulling his pants, leaving only a slip dress tail-less fluorescent orange. Just when we thought the number was over, voilà!, Disappeared slip.
"It's a donkey!" Said one of my friends (curiously versed in the battles over love) with wide eyes.
I nodded. It was the only way to answer, because my jaw had dropped precipitously.
After holding a towel with his penis in a display of aerobatics, the retired gentleman stage.
Myth No. 2: "Women are pulled over for groped types."
False. When actors go to the public, women stretch their arms and scream, but nothing more. None claimed more than that.
order not to lead, I tell them that then became sailors in uniform, one dressed as SWAT, another sensually showered in a tub, etc., And all developed and culminated in the same way.
invited in tables up to some lady from the public and sixties there was a woman who took all the applause to engage in a fun pose supposed amatory not in any book of the Kama Sutra.
Myth No. 3: "The guys grab you by the hand and force you to go on stage."
False. Types make you a sign from above and, if you want, you go up.
After the show, dancers collars and cuffs were only dressed up with sexy red shirts, the players donned "from home" and walked around the room where most of the ladies (and girls) took the opportunity to take photos hugging, and stayed there.
And all hell broke pachanga.
gentlemen entered the room patiently waiting outside. Most (if not all) were boys who expected to find a fleeting love-hungry veteran, encouraged by the situation.
We were dancing about three hours, and then we went singing softly (literally, because when we were Freddie Mercury singing "Do not stop me now").
Needless to say we went to have coffee and discuss the details of what we had seen.
In my opinion, was a good experience (apart subtleties.) It's a nice place, they treated us excellent, the pizza was delicious, and rejoice our eyes with beautiful male specimens.
And, to the delight of the gentlemen with whom nature has not been so benign, we prefer them to more normal!
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