Well, what can I say, I am damn tired after last night, so if this is incoherent, or if none of it is true, tough shit. The evening started for me about 6:00, when I arrived at MSC. I had hoped to make it in after things were well underway, since I had no idea what anybody looked like, and since everyone else on IRC had mentioned that they would be arriving a couple of hours late anyway. Well, I guess I was a bit confused about the start time, since there were conflicting posts varying from 4 to 7, since it turns out that there was nobody there (Cunning625? later confirmed that). So, I stood by the "Watch Dancing -->" rail, waiting to see if a crowd of Fat White Guys and Skinny Asian Guys arrived, and lo, who shows up butt my MSC all time favorite/least favorite Egyptian. Why the dual designation? She has a great body, IMO, and the best breasts I have seen in my life. Pretty small, with huge nipples, the size of my forefinger, to the first knuckle (is that registered with the Department of Weights an measures?). Nice round ass. Yummy. Now, the down side. I could not resist a private dance(?) with her. I had only planned on spending about $100 with her, butt once I got in the booth, I had to stay until she sucked my wallet dry. (Details on IRC, if you are lucky.) So, an hour and a half, and _several_ hundred dollars later, I was released from the booth. I walked around to see if I could find a crowd of pervs, butt there were only single pervs roaming around. At this point I was very glad the ATM at MSC won't accept PINs longer than 5 digits, and I left. I have decided that MSC is no longer going to be on my club circuit. I am getting real dissapointed with the style of the women in that club. Management has raised dancer fees so high ($100 for 4 hours), there is only one way for the girls to make money, and Ace reports that they are going to beef up to 70 girls per shift, when they open a new stage addition. Typical transaction at MSC: "You want company?" "How about a lap dance?" "What's a lap dance?" Up the street, to the ATM, and back down to the CP. I finally get to meet my first ASSCer Cunning625(? sorry, I'm not sure if I remember the numbers). After several attempts, we successfully get logged onto IRC. IRL shows up and leaves a couple of times, then Fingers show, and the festivites begin. He breaks out a dish full of candy, makes a quick trip to the store, and produces three more. Chit-Chat on IRC, and another ASSCer shows up, Ace. Then, drum roll please, Bubba shows up in true dog collar style. No mistaking his entrance. He brought a *lot* of stuff. Toys and food abound (no batteries until a trip to the store, though). So much, in fact, that he had to take up two tables, with a third for the Fingers annex. Bob Smythe (and it is a long i) shows up with garlic salsa, and gives Bubba the Obhug , butt only with a table barrier. Funny thing, Bob is the only person who looked *exactly* like I imagined. [Don't remember if this was before or after The Arrival] Back on IRC, where I catch Maz and Dara. Were going, were not going. More waffling than Slick Willie. Well I finally convince Dara to get dressed and get out, butt it is taking them a while to get ready. During the convincing, CP gets mentioned. "Is what's her name, Temptation, or so and so working?" "Well Temptation is working." "Well, I can't go then." [insert derogatory comments here] Unbeknownst to me the girl eavesdropping over my shoulder was in fact Temptation. Well, needless to say, the sparks start flying. I am trying my best keep up with the typing, butt the lighting and the size/shape of the keyboard are prohibitive. Butt, the message was conveyed. DP at it's finest. God, I love the city. Maz and Dara finally leave, so a few minutes later, I head back over to MSC. I decide to walk, taking SaiBaba's advice. Well halfway there, it begins to mist very nicely, almost raining (thanks a lot Sai!). I'm already screwed, so I keep on to the MSC. I arrive and meet Abnormal, who gives me the official ASS-C latex glove, and a marker to write my name on it. I hang around a bit, and finally meet Maz. Being his usual gracious self, he introduces me to: Borly, Dyn0, Tallguy (yes, he is), Dara, LMR, and Rita (I didn't meet everyone at once, read disclaimer at begining). Forgive me if I have forgotten anyone, or mixed any names up, it was a busy night. At this point we are all in the Bangkok room, and who is on stage, the one and only Brianna, with a new weave, so she kind of hard to recognize. She does her dance, overloaded with lotion, the asks "Who's ready for a medical lesson?" She then breaks out a speculum and maglite. Going from table to table, she lays out a towel, then climbs up on the table, and gives an full view of her womanhood. To be honest, that is something I could have gone without seeing, butt it was interesting. I have developed a much deeper respect for fuf, however. This show created a frenzy, with dancers practically trampling customers to get a view. After that, she asks, "Who's got a rubber glove?" Dara whipped hers out faster than the speed of light, happy to oblige. Brianna then dons the glove, and proceeds to bend over, then inserts her hand into one of her orifices. I am not sure which orifice, and I'm not sure that I want to know. At this point we decide to grab a bite to eat, and get a drink. We head out front, snap couple of photos, and head to Sparky's diner for a bite, after saying goodbye to Abnormal. Since there were eight of us, and the place was packed we had to wait in the street. Borly and Dyn0 decide to head to the CP, so we bid farewell, and plan on seeing them later, depending on how tired they were. We finally get a seat, and proceed to give our order to Rico, a Pipi Longstalking impersonator. We chat and eat, with Dara doing most of the talking. I dunno if it was the pitch of her voice or what, butt I could hardly hear her in that packed diner, until she switched seats with Tallguy to get a better grip on my cheese fries (with genuine cheese sauce, which I think was Cheeze Wiz. Whatever it was, it bound me up tighter than the gimp in Pulp Fiction.) I guess my brain was filtering out her voice with the background noise, so I just smiled a lot and nodded my head, after I had embarrased myself by making her repeat a simple sentence four or five times. I could swear to god she was speaking Hindi. Well, at some point I try to strike up a conversation with Rita, who was sitting directly across from me. Being a very direct person, if I have a question, I ask it. Gets me a taste of my foot from time to time, butt it's worth it to get past the normal bullshit we all put out to the world. Well my line of questioning made Rita feel awkward at one point, and I just want to say sorry again, that wasn't my intention. So having paid the bill, we all head up the street to a bar who's name I didn't get. No Corona, so I get my second favorite Sierra — Nevada on tap. We sit and talk a while, and Rita, LMR, and Dara play pinball?. At 2:00 we all leave, and we say goodbye to Maz and Dara. Tallguy is gracious enough to drive us back to the CP in brand spanking new convertible, which is very sweet. I believe it is a Seabring. It had something I have never heard of an auto-stick. No clutch, but a manual gear shifter. Go figure. So we arrive at the CP, hoping to meet back up with Bubba and the rest of the crew. What have we here? It seems they closed early, I guess because of the lack of business. I really feel bad about not getting a chance to spend a little more time with the crew that wound up at the CP, especially the out of towners. Oh, well, there is always IRC. And I'll be expecting a full report of all the goings on from every one of you guys. -----BEGIN PGP PUBLIC KEY BLOCK----- Version: PGP for Personal Privacy 5.0 mQGiBDVfKIgRBADQ/70spxgW4gCoAj+mLKXXJv1GYE+b/jJlgZpgQ9IFrRny6grO fR/7t1nehndDxeyQqmwshkPntQT5bPnvLuPDGjjvi7fNPLIVvLh5G0sfca498Ct6 08OJj/NzMtXkip4124rx+QmDEbX8JXzrZI6eXOxjpg4oUpXo9bKadteCHQCg/8ff c+7BlNmCaKwzM+lgVD5Gxd8D/Rso5Qim6fVEIysNPwPHr9NmH9pPqtg1wVOjDASC +arYFIu2jCi+pVZ9iqUg7ETWetStTCeXubMLuMjTM9hE6pwvNOwPHSBm/ceYVNXf yMCyXgluAybPK1qoiy3MT/bXwo1b89A3JxYxCNiT/KNV4VeRfzcg05EyC+jWgQmd oRPBA/0crcZL8krzb4VmUi5fJLMafMunvW5YrPFTUGKn8g6PT9AGj+PzrqN4unjJ axPDXIcYyQftM5QBO7kfR0pB5K/KsRGtQ9zBlcf85ReqSqCGHpafkGiEFnbmRor5 nrvTIe1IZkIQ7SMQnZjM8dwe6JgeEkOoIzYYyRYuHd44iJMNobQlaW5mYW1vdXMg PGluZmFtb3VzQGx1bmF0aWNmcmluZ2UubmV0PokASwQQEQIACwUCNV8oiAQLAwEC AAoJEM3pFMjhcmjCEdMAn2IXeyA30tkC+LfleKKMM7tJhNqaAKDqnIMfdf5lw2iY 94GmUdYp3TyEg4kAPwMFEDVfKf73az5cnjDtABECD3EAniEsC7yNvqOLYm/bgy5U JW+g3IxaAKDE9Ws+AwVxRlRx1eUVQVGjYbzRrLkDDQQ1XyiJEAwAzB13VyQ4SuLE 8OiOE2eXTpITYfbb6yUOF/32mPfIfHmwch04dfv2wXPEgxEmK0Ngw+Po1gr9oSgm C66prrNlD6IAUwGgfNaroxIe+g8qzh90hE/K8xfzpEDp19J3tkItAjbBJstoXp18 mAkKjX4t7eRdefXUkk+bGI78KqdLfDL2Qle3CH8IF3KiutapQvMF6PlTETlPtvFu uUs4INoBp1ajFOmPQFXz0AfGy0OplK33TGSGSfgMg71l6RfUodNQ+PVZX9x2Uk89 PY3bzpnhV5JZzf24rnRPxfx2vIPFRzBhznzJZv8V+bv9kV7HAarTW56NoKVyOtQa 8L9GAFgr5fSI/VhOSdvNILSd5JEHNmszbDgNRR0PfIizHHxbLY7288kjwEPwpVsY jY67VYy4XTjTNP18F1dDox0YbN4zISy1Kv884bEpQBgRjXyEpwpy1obEAxnIByl6 ypUM2Zafq9AKUJsCRtMIPWakXUGfnHy9iUsiGSa6q6Jew1XpTDJvAAICC/9N77fX ZoD47zYpuZ5vE9JsgU4FidUYn0TQXTNBLylzU3B+iuC+pE8IsZyHc+0foXiQE9nG 5mgLEec+GmCm76iBRpoNGLi0LQB0TUeOpDugvat26rNyTVaxcE0NWQVCJHV40cSF N+FBRJG8dw39LzYE/3aDhdtmFXFKwOt5AEdogdB7gOsx5EBIco+7HIeH9HP90SDI lW2Quf6Sm2/ZkaIjMju+XINcJuR9CXVznCVNTmAS2ZBsSQBsCKvEJW6zmSJn4YEe tgs1iPzRv+g43X1xAWaUb1r+HZrN6eIRNEvHCOp85nV9nxQPnXGVj84REi0IiPZP tqt+Lrd7W3czMt3tRjF6qc8qS16qXFG5bV0Qfnq0GZqWgowFJEwg1Bvkw4N7RU8M n1D6+jLnZr77Up8RKa6CTdmiUn93IoExdeuTAb+igeNoH9C4/sjZBHzT7EzNhwji HDAMiemyWhAsGjLkcONmAQ64z6Y4V55M31uz6+PouON6twQPyEuw4oo4aJCJAD8D BRg1XyiJzekUyOFyaMIRAoJ2AJsHQtCTDtFJ3Zpt5zmJWf1R3wdokACgxmFvl8Kz UIgyHyUemk8oFobx9gM= =+um1 -----END PGP PUBLIC KEY BLOCK-----