Saturday, December 03, 2005
night out ...
Alright, time to give people a good story, other expounding on the qualitative elements that make up perfect sushi.
My night started out with a sushi dinner (wait, it gets better) and ended up with me partaking in the nightlife of Scottsdale (woot woot!). First I made the decision to go eat sushi instead of just grabbing something fast. Then I happened to go to a particular sushi restaurant/bar (Stingray, nigiri kept falling apart in my chopsticks, booo) where I met my fellow cohort. This brother was pretty well connected in the whole scene, throwing parties with his buddies that had huge turnouts, going to events like Kanye West after parties, etc. I mentioned I was from out of town and he decided we were going to party that night.
No objection here..
First stop was Bourbon Street in Phoenix. Sean warned me that Skins in Scottsdale was superior but he knew some of the girls there and had a better chance of hooking up. When we got there it seemed like every one of the girls knew him. :o If Bourbon Street is average, Skins has to be off the charts. Almost all the "dancers" were hot. $10/$20 table/VIP. Several of the patrons were hot girls, they got special attention.
After that we headed back to Scottsdale to hit up Six. There was no line when we showed up but the place was completely packed. You couldn't turn around without two girls slithering by you. An interesting feature of the club is the unisex bathroom. Basically there's a divider between the washrooms that allows for "communication." Six was chockful of flawless beauties, very much the "Scottsdale plastic" that my coworker had told me about. In all fairness, there were only a couple obvious examples. Those surgeons do good work. I talked to some of the girls, their occupations ranged from "real estate agent" to ... "real estate agent." I'd read about ppl spending money like millionaires even if they aren't ("$30,000 millionaire"). $$$ definitely talks.
We were there all of ten minutes before deciding to bounce to Suede. That club was equally packed, if not more so. There was a huge line but we got to sneak in ahead of the crowd w/o even paying the cover. Hookups! Met a bunch of Sean's friends, very much the partying type. Lots of brunette bombshells along with the usual stacks of blondes. I think I've seen maybe two fat girls the entire time I've been here. Everyone just works out like crazy and eat like birds (add plastic surgery to the mix). People didn't even go for pickup lines, the standard modus operandi was to stare at a girl nearby and go "DAMMMMMNN!!!" or make some other similar comment.
When they kicked everyone out, I lost my ride and had to walk home. A fight broke out but it was mostly a ton of posturing. Took me five minutes to find my hotel.
So I did the unexpected that night but I do that once in a while. ¶ 2:02 AM
My night started out with a sushi dinner (wait, it gets better) and ended up with me partaking in the nightlife of Scottsdale (woot woot!). First I made the decision to go eat sushi instead of just grabbing something fast. Then I happened to go to a particular sushi restaurant/bar (Stingray, nigiri kept falling apart in my chopsticks, booo) where I met my fellow cohort. This brother was pretty well connected in the whole scene, throwing parties with his buddies that had huge turnouts, going to events like Kanye West after parties, etc. I mentioned I was from out of town and he decided we were going to party that night.
No objection here..
First stop was Bourbon Street in Phoenix. Sean warned me that Skins in Scottsdale was superior but he knew some of the girls there and had a better chance of hooking up. When we got there it seemed like every one of the girls knew him. :o If Bourbon Street is average, Skins has to be off the charts. Almost all the "dancers" were hot. $10/$20 table/VIP. Several of the patrons were hot girls, they got special attention.
After that we headed back to Scottsdale to hit up Six. There was no line when we showed up but the place was completely packed. You couldn't turn around without two girls slithering by you. An interesting feature of the club is the unisex bathroom. Basically there's a divider between the washrooms that allows for "communication." Six was chockful of flawless beauties, very much the "Scottsdale plastic" that my coworker had told me about. In all fairness, there were only a couple obvious examples. Those surgeons do good work. I talked to some of the girls, their occupations ranged from "real estate agent" to ... "real estate agent." I'd read about ppl spending money like millionaires even if they aren't ("$30,000 millionaire"). $$$ definitely talks.
We were there all of ten minutes before deciding to bounce to Suede. That club was equally packed, if not more so. There was a huge line but we got to sneak in ahead of the crowd w/o even paying the cover. Hookups! Met a bunch of Sean's friends, very much the partying type. Lots of brunette bombshells along with the usual stacks of blondes. I think I've seen maybe two fat girls the entire time I've been here. Everyone just works out like crazy and eat like birds (add plastic surgery to the mix). People didn't even go for pickup lines, the standard modus operandi was to stare at a girl nearby and go "DAMMMMMNN!!!" or make some other similar comment.
When they kicked everyone out, I lost my ride and had to walk home. A fight broke out but it was mostly a ton of posturing. Took me five minutes to find my hotel.
So I did the unexpected that night but I do that once in a while. ¶ 2:02 AM
