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Last Weekend

Last weekend I got the hell out of Dodge and drove to Iowa City. I spent the night in a Motel 6 in Coralville. I was there to help my friend sextanika celebrate her birthday. What was it dear, your 25th Birthday? Heheh. We had dinner at a sushi place even if I didn't have sushi. It would have only been my second experience with sushi. It wasn't a bad thought but I thought we might be drinking later so I wanted something more substantial. I chose pineapple chicken instead. Her friends and I had a great time talking probably too loudly a we noticed more than one diner left rather quickly. Oh well, it was for a birthday.

Afterwards I got lost and took a long drive in the frozen Iowa tundra...er countryside before getting directions to go back through town and ending up at the house of a guy who is working on the new Guitar Hero 4. Game. He and another friend, were playing GH3. Did I play you ask? No. I've not played a video game since the original Atari system back in the 80's. Yar's Revenge I think it was. We graduated to Atari from the original Pong game system.

We waited a bit for another friend to show up and then we went to a strip club in Cedar Rapids. One of the group did not want to go, so she went to visit her mother I think. It ended up, me and Mr. GH4 guy in his car and the 3 girls in another car. They stopped and got some beverages on the way because the club was a BYOB place which is how they get away with letting 18 year olds in.

I don't actually like strip clubs. I've been dragged to my fair share over the years. And maybe I'm jaded but they just do nothing for me. Kind of like smoking pot, just puts me to sleep. I always feel like I've missed out on something. But I do like going with a mixed group of people to see their reactions. The girls went along not so much for curiosity, but because they really wanted to go. I'm a perpetual designated driver and all around nice guy so I often go into protective mode when I'm in a club/bar situation. I hang back a bit and observe, ready to act if something goes awry. So I just watched that night. The girls were having fun and it seemed to be a curiosity for GH4 guy. They kept asking me if I was having fun and I assured them that I was.

My basic problem with strip clubs is not that it objectifies women (actually I think it objectifies men more). And I don't have a problem with people paying for sex. What I have a problem with is paying for the expectation of something that never materializes. It would be akin to paying a dollar to look at a hot sports car but never getting to even sit in the driver's seat. I've got a much better imagination than anything those strippers are offering and I don't have to pay a buck to experience it.

But I had a good time watching everyone else so all is good.

In the morning, I met up with sextanika again and we tried to go out and shoot an old cemetery but the road was blocked by snow and alas we had no 4 wheel drive. So about noon we said our good byes and went our separate directions toward home.

On the way home, I stopped in West Branch, IA to try some wines at the Wallace winery. They were not open so I went back through town and stopped at the local coffee beanery to get a mango smoothie. I also got Deb a pound of Hills of Frogs coffee. When I got home, I told her the story of the coffee and she said, "So it has frog pee in it then?" So now I ask her how her frog pee tastes every morning and we laugh.

Tomorrow we head for the farm for a much needed 3 day weekend. We hope to get down to Grafton to sample the wines at Piasa winery and maybe see some of the bald eagles down there but definitely eat at the Finn Inn and watch the turtles and catfish swim by the table.




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Feb. 16th, 2008 08:25 am (UTC)
I don't go to strip clubs at all either. The women are just too "artificial" for me. If anything, I prefer burlesque because they seem to have more fun, are much more creative and tend to be more natural/realistic women.
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
Strippers are just not that good at being actresses so the fantasy doesn't really come across, unless your fantasy is really blatant.

Feb. 16th, 2008 01:18 pm (UTC)
I always find myself imagining what it would have been like to be there when people are naming a city, especially one that decides to use the state name before "City".

One of my brothers, the one who found a good deal of talent in sales is always apt to say, "It is what it is." And it's irksome. I always take this as a sign of surrender that he can always manage someone else's imagination around like a toy, but hasn't any access to or understanding of how his own operates. He's good at saying everything while maintaining nothing. He's saying he's better than me for being able to draw a blank more easily, and that anyone else is a freak...all in saying nothing. His kind rules the world because of that insecurity, and calls it a neccesary service to provide.

I don't know why this is what comes up in my own head, except the concept of people giving up on their imagination too easy (your subject looming large here), or maybe of how hurt I've felt by my younger brother by back-biting, by merely being so much different from him.

What can I say? I'm the one up too early with financial worry or something...not following your theme, really. I came back to (Colorado) to work with my brother, and knew something was wrong when he tried to amuse me with a divorce song, driving me and my stuff away with his truck (with no radio) and trailer. He sang "Heading For the Big D,(Don't Mean Dallas", by Mark Chestnutt on the very day I was leaving my wife, captive inside that truck cabin. He had no idea how callous a person he was, or is still. And I hate him.
But I want my hate to be okay, and something I can laugh at instead of eat me up inside like acid. I really don't mind if the hate goes away. I really want it too, because it's not me. It's not in my character.

It's what I see screwing up the country every day, hate. Rush Limbaugh can get on the radio everyday and sell it, and he knows it.
He's one long shit stain and people pay to hear it!
Okay, I'm done. Thanks.

(Think I'll reprint this back on my page.)
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
I hear you. I don't hate my brother all the time. But sometimes I really do. He can be very insensitive at times. I don't know that he knows he's doing it, but it hurts just the same.

And I worry about finances too.

Feb. 16th, 2008 02:28 pm (UTC)
Iowa City rocks the block. They have a couple of great museums.
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:21 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I've stayed there before when my SO was a patient at the University hospital. I've been there for a Pow Wow a couple times too. I need to go back when it's warmer and explore some.

Feb. 16th, 2008 02:29 pm (UTC)
My basic problem with strip clubs is not that it objectifies women (actually I think it objectifies men more)

Thank you. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who thinks strippers objectify men. And they don't even realize it, that's the sad thing.
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
I figure it's a pretty victimless crime. Volunteers on both sides.

Feb. 16th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
It was 26 big boy! lol
I had fun. Glad I got to see you, and when the weather warms up we are definitely gonna have to go out and do photos!
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Or stay in and do photos. I've got some idea shots to send you.

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