Drunk American girl and the strip club

This story is fairly new. It happened at the beginning of April 2010.

I had gone to a old college buddies birthday at some bar I had never heard of downtown. While it was downtown, it wasn't on St-Catherine, the main party street in Montreal. He decided on this bar because it was a micro brew place and they had a big screen displaying the hockey game.

We stayed there until 10 or 11 PM and most of the people with me were getting drunk. One of my friends, a real ladies man, suggested we go to a strip club. Seeing as I hadn't had any action in a while, I approved of the idea. So both him and I tried to convince the others to come with us.

Half an hour later, everyone was successfully convinced, and out we went on our way to the strip club. Once we got out of the bar however, a group of bar hopping foreign university students were about to go to the bar. Some of the people I was with started talking to them and made us all stay there and talk for a little while. By the end of the conversation, only one of them was left and it was a drunk American girl.

Her name was Annie, and she was going to Concordia for a semester. This was her initiation or something for her program. This is when one of the guys I was with had a bright idea. He decided to invite her to the strip club with us. He did so by saying this in a very French Canadian accent:" Would you like to come in us to strip club?"

Because the girl was drunk, she didn't really understand most of my friends because of their French accents. So I had to step up and become the translator. This is when I told her: "He wants to know if you would come with us to a strip club."

After a few moments of her thinking and some silence, she said: "Why not?"

And off we were to the strip club. We all got in our respective cars and I had the idiot that invited the girl and the girl ride in my car. I had set my mind up to help this guy score. While driving to the club, he started talking to her and I was wing manning from the drivers sit. Too bad he was horrible at talking to her because she soon lost interest in her.

Once we got to the strip club, she had no interest in the idiot anymore. So, being a man who jumps on good occasions, I decided to give it a shot with her. I sat next to her and we started talking. She seemed moderately interested in the things I had to say, so I decided to be a little more outgoing. I grabbed her hand and said: we're sitting in front of the stage!

She followed without any resistance as she seemed interested in sitting in front of the stage as well. Once we sat down, I kept talking to her and bought us both a beer from the waitress. As we were talking during the night, I said: "You know what, I would see you up there dancing as well!"

She looked at me for a few seconds and said: "You really think so? I don't think my ass is that good, and my tits I guess are ok..."

This is where I decided to be daring by saying: "You don't think your ass is that good? You know what, why don't you stand up and let me see?"

almost instantly, she stood up and let me look at her ass. Again, I decided to be daring and just grabbed it and felt it. She didn't seem to mind that I was doing this. And she was happy that I said that I thought her ass was actually pretty nice. Once I did this, I looked at my friends and they were all looking at me with a very surprised and they also seemed very proud.

As I was working my magic, I she started getting texts and calls from a friend that kept asking where she was. So then she said: "Yeah, I have to go. Can you bring me back?"

To which I replied: "Yeah, unfortunately, we're staying till the bar closes, so 3 AM. You're welcome to stay with us or you can walk or bus it home."

So she decided to walk home. I didn't feel like trying to make her stay, so I just gave her a hug and she left. By this time, I had also been looking at which stripper I wanted to get a lapdance from. So I went to see the one I found the best. I have a big weakness for girls that have piercings and tattoos and there was one girl there that had those. So I went up to her and asked for some dances.

We went to the booth and once we got there she started dancing and everything. As she danced, she said: "I'm sorry if I'm feeling down a bit, but my ex boyfriend was here with his new girlfriend. But whatever, you're cute, so it's better. Are you single? If you are, would you mind giving me your number? I like guys that have some meat on them."

While I knew that this girl was probably never going to call me, I still gave her my number and tried my luck. So after giving her my number and her finishing the three dances I had paid for, I returned to the stage.Who do I see sitting at the stage when I get there? I see Annie who had come back after getting lost and had decided to stay with us until we left.

By this time, another one of my friends was trying to get in with Annie, but I still sat next to her. She was talking to both him and myself, but I saw that my friend was trying hard, so I left them alone for a while.

Around 2:30 AM, we all decide that it's time to leave. Unfortunately for my friend, I wasn't going anywhere near to where he lived, so I couldn't take him in my car.

As we were driving, I kept telling Annie that she would make a good stripper if she wanted to. I wasn't being serious, but I wanted to see what she would do. So she started saying something about her breasts and I said: "Why don't you show us?"

What did she do? She immediately brought down her shirt and started rubbing her tits in my car. She said she would have showed us her ass as well, but that it wasn't very practical in a car.

We finally got to the stop where my friends left their bikes, which was where the initial bar was. And what does Annie say: "Oh shit! This is where I live too! I live right on top of the bar you guys picked me up from!"

So I got cockblocked because I had to drop my friends where their bikes were...

At least I got some kind of fun that night. And I was also able to test how far I could say things to a girl I don't know.

The Drunken Irish girl

The Drunken Irish girl

This happened back in the Fall of 2008. I had finally learned why this one girl had broken up with me in a way that's really cowardly. She just stopped calling me, emaling me, and she deleted me from all the social websites. So after learning all this after I ran in to her, I was feeling very down. So what better thing to do? Go have a drink at a bar. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find someone to come drink with me at the time I wanted. My friends had told me that they would come later.

It was about 6 or 7 in the afternoon, I made my way to one of my regular bars, Mad Hatters. I sat down at the bar and one of the regular barmaids came to see me. She asked me if I wanted a pitcher of Killer Koolaid. I was surprised that she knew what my favorite drink was, but she told me that she had noticed that whenever I went there it was the drink that I would always order. So I ordered the pitcher and sat down and watched TV until some guy at the bar started talking to me as well.

After a few hours of talking and drinking, one of my friends showed up. First thing he did was buy me some beer since he knew I was feeling down.

More hours passed and another friend showed up. And all three of us drank our booze and laughed. When I went to the bathroom, I ran into an old work buddy who was drunk as well. We talked a bit, but we both went on to our respective groups.

Again, more hours passed by and by this time it was around 1:30 or 2:00 AM. I can't really remember as I was pretty drunk at the time. By this time only one of my two friends was left as well. He told me I could crash at his place so we left the bar.

As we were leaving the bar, a random girl with a dude and an older woman scram: CANADIANS!!!!!!!

To which I replied: AMERICANS!!!!!!!!

Then she said: No! I'm from Irish! Come drink with us! I'm going to a bar called Mad Hatters!

I then looked at my friend and he approved to go drinking with this hot, drunk Irish girl.

We went back to the bar and I looked for the girl until I found her. By the time I got there, the guy she was with was gone, so I started talking to her and she started flirting. All this led to some touching and more flirting. She said she had come from Ireland with her step mother to have some fun. I could see her step mother flashing some guys in the bar. I however, kept trying with the hot young Irish girl.

As time passed, more guys were talking with her and flirting. By the time the bar closed, we were about 7 guys trying to get her to come back with us. Because I was feeling very down, my friend said I could bring her back to his place and he would give me his bed, so I agreed completely!

After leaving the bar, we all went to the pizza place next door. She decided to sit on the table with her legs wide open, but the pizza place clerk told her to sit on a chair outside. I went with her and she grabbed me and bit on my chest while saying: I like it rough!

The other guys around were trying hard as well. It felt like a bunch of Alpha dogs were trying to show who was superior while the pack dogs stood and watched the show.

The girl then said that she would not go anywhere without her step mother. At this point I looked at my friend and again, he agreed.

The girl was finally ready to leave when she asked: Do you have beer at your place?

I looked over to my friend and he motioned saying no... I told the girl that I didn't and she quickly went to see the other guys.

Who was the first one to say he had booze? My old work buddy!

I saw them leaving as I stood there, cockblocked by the lack of booze...

The rest of the story can only be told by my work buddy.

Not Goodbye

Not Goodbye

I was sitting at the bar enjoying a drink
Everyone was talking, having laughs, having fun
You looked at me and yet I gave no smile, no wink
You came next to me to get a beer and it's where it all begun

I later gave you a ride and we laughed and we joked
Most of what you said was to get me provoked
Finally I said "you are my type" at the base of your door
This is when you saw that there were no jokes anymore

The next day I was walking down the street hoping to see you
As I walked around, you were right in my view
I stopped in front of you and you seemed displeased
But then you saw who I was and then you looked pleased

We talked for a while and you left me with a kiss on the cheek
I will not lie, after that, my body felt weak
We both looked at each other and left with a smile
We thought we wouldn't see each other, but it was only for a while

We later shared a taxi which gave a surprisingly romantic ride
We walked to my car where I still couldn't bring myself to decide
"Should I kiss her? Should I let it go and forget? what should I do"
As we talked to each other, I lost all sense and leaned in to kiss you

That's how it all began, but even then I was unsure
I had been hurt so much before that I did not know if I could endure
But I took a chance and kept seeing you because I though it would be true
You confused me with your actions, but still my feelings grew

Finally, it seemed like we might both be on the same track
But in the end it seems that for only a moment the same path we shared
And now again, with no shell, I need to build it back
Hoping that one day... You'll realize that I too...was scared

Crimson Tears

Crimson Tears

The fight has already begun

I keep getting up, but all hope is gone
My body feels heavy and my arms won’t rise
This is the end, I must say my goodbyes

The crimson fist hits my left eye
It hurts so much I feel I will die

My eyebrow is cut and blood pours down
Blood down my face like a stream of crimson tears
Blood in my nose I think I will drown
The crimson red fist, again it appears

I look at my hands that are now crimson red
I throw a punch, but it feels like I hit lead
Hit again, my body falls to the ground
I try to get up, but no hope can be found
I’m fighting alone no reason to go on
I hear my name in the distance, new hope is drawn

I try to get up while crimson tears run through my face
I need to get up; I need to see who called my name
I see her now and I feel out of place
I feel the cold in my hears where once there was a flame

Tears flow from my eyes and they too are crimson red
Why did I get up? I should just drop dead
She calls my name and says not to give up and lose
I see her and the aching love that I want to refuse
I can’t give up, I need to win!
My arms go up I summon the strength from within

My crimson red fists hit where I aim
As my punches land I can hear her call my name
My fighting spirit is back, my love as well
If I win will she come back? I cannot tell
I can only fight and hope for the best
I feel my heart pounding inside my chest
It yearns for victory and it yearns for love
I can have victory with the help of my crimson red glove
Can I have love if I win this fight?
Maybe not, but I can’t give up of that I am right!

I win my fight and I see her no more
I see images that we shared before
It’s not over; never will it end our story
For now I find solace with this crimson glory!

Haha, stupid Bush

Here's a stupid conversation between Bush and Rice. :P

(not real of course haha)

It's a metal concert, you will be pushed!

Metal concert crowds, they can be violent at times, but most of us go there knowing that we might get hurt. However, we know that most of the times if we get hurt, it's not really because someone wanted to hurt us on purpose. It just means that the people around you got excited by the band, by the song, and wanted to move and try to get closer to the stage. These things happen at a metal concert. There are mosh pits that form in the crowds. If you go into a pit, chances are you will get hurt. People also crowd surf and it's all normal at metal concerts. The person that is crowd surfing can get hurt by falling, but he knows that might happen.

Now here's what I can't stand about metal concert crowds, the people that try and get as close to the stage and expect not to be pushed, expect not to have their fragile electronics broken, and expect that no one will try to take their spot in the crowd. Well guess what, these things happen all the time at these type of events!

Here's why I'm writing this, and it's a perfect example. When I went to Heavy MTL, I decided to crowd surf when Disturbed started playing. I got pretty banged up when I was up there, I got hit in the groin and on the head, but I knew that this might happen, so it was fine. What I didn't like about this is that when I fell down, this guy came to me angry and complaining and almost got into a fight with me. Why did he come to see me? He was wearing glasses close to the stage and when I fell, his glasses fell to the ground. Like I said, I almost got into a fight with this guy, I don't know if he was just pretending to be tough or not. How come I didn't get into a fight? Simple, he was pushed by someone that was trying to get to the front of the stage. He was then angry at this guy. The pusher wanted to fight him, but his friend didn't let him. While they were arguing, I just turned around and started headbanging.

This was not the only thing that I observed when I was at the festival. Some other things were parents that brought their kids at the front and this girl that wanted to be at the front, but not be pushed and her boyfriend almost screaming at people that were pushing. People, get a grip! It's a METAL CONCERT! YOU WILL GET PUSHED AT THESE! I'm really getting sick and tired of these fucking pussies that complain every time they get pushed!

As for electronics, I've heard people complain that there cameras or whatnot get busted because of the people pushing. Again, don't bring those! I don't bring them for a reason, I don't want them broken. I just bring my cellphone because it's not an expensive one!

I think I'll stop writing here, I'm getting a little pissed off just thinking about these people complaining for things that they should know WILL HAPPEN!

You sir, are BANNED!

So today, a Sunday, I woke up early for two good reasons. One being that I was meeting a guy to buy a PLAYSTATION®3 and then head for La Ronde (an amusement parc). How early did I wake up? I woke up at 7:20 AM to meet this guy at Lionel-Groulx metro. Very early for a Sunday.

So I get at the metro station wait there until 9:45 when the meeting time was at 9:00 and the guy never showed up. That was just the beginning of my bad luck for the day. Another thing related to this since it's about money, is that a large chunk of money is frozen in my account and I couldn't take out much money. So I had to take out the money from my credit card. And what happened when the guy didn't show up? I went and deposited the money back into the account. And what happened then? The money was frozen as well. Again more bad luck in the morning.

After this little annoyance in the morning, I went to La Ronde and waited for my friend at the entrance. He got there late because his bus was late and had to walk to the metro (again, more bad luck). He calls me up when he gets there and it took me almost 2 minutes to find him because he was not in the line to buy tickets, he was already waiting in line to go in. It turns out that he had bought tickets online and that made them a lot cheaper. So I went with that because I'm a cheap bastard at times. When we were finally able to get to the front of the line, our tickets didn't pass. I initially thought that it was because the paper it was printed on was blurry, but that wasn't the case. We waited for almost 15 minutes for them to tell us to head to security.

Once we were in the security room, we were told that we were being held for fraud. The guy didn't explain anything to us at the beginning. My friend and I were being interrogated for about 40 minutes time. I wasn't answering many questions because I actually didn't know anything. My friend was the one answering almost all the questions and he was stressed, very stressed. One thing that he did that I wouldn't have done was question the security personnel. The guy asked for a description and names of the people he bought the tickets from and my friend was not cooperating well.

15 minutes after this (almost an hour after we got in the room), the guy made us sign some papers and told us that we were to receive a fine ranging from 0-500$ and that we may get criminal records for fraud. Furthermore, we got banned from the parc for the rest of the season or until the investigation came to a close and they find out we're innocent. And then we were escorted off the premises.

That was the best stay I ever had at La Ronde.

After this event, we went to the Old Port, ate some food, and watched a movie.

When the movie was over, I got a call from the PLAYSTATION®3 seller and I met him at the metro station we had initially talked about and I bought myself a nice new system.

That was my Sunday... and this is how I got banned.