Early yesterday Bryan helped me pick out my "guy-outfit". After struggling through my awkward, psychopath look, I blossomed into this cool dude in the pink shirt. This process involved several awkward moments where Bryan adjusted my tie all the while commenting what an unattractive and creepy guy I make....its tought being a narrow-shouldered guy with a big butt.
Renessaince fair interlude:Alice, Rayna, Cara and Cat
I was picking hay out of my clothing for the rest of the day...
Little prince - back when dressing up was innocent. At this seemingly family event in the forrest rennaisance fetish meets gothic meets Xena warrior princess....and so I discover yet again: there are worlds within worlds.
After a stop at home to change gears (and outfits - again), we headed off to a classy (no, really) strip club about an hour north. I drank bud light, got offered several lap dances and watched the Red Sox game on a 20 foot tall screen.
Bryan got me a much needed shoulder massage from a cute blond in a fitted red sox T-shirt and a very short skirt as an early birthday present - the woman said afterward "you've a lot going on - are you a waitress?" ...I was flattered.
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