Last night I was invited by a friend to take a peek at this girlie bar named Queen's Castle along Quezon Avenue. He fetched me at the office riding one of his cars that he jazzed up.While on our way there, my friend was sharing some info about his success in his endeavors, including how much money he has at home and at his bank account. Plus how much will be coming in the next couple of months.
I on the other hand was telling him about the bummers in this company I am working for.
Some might find him boastful when it comes to everything about him, but for me I think of him as a human calibration tool. Only problem is, he has set the bar too high that I can't really measure up to him at anything. Money, sports, work, lifestyle, you name it. Frankly, we even compared our dicks, and even at that he is a couple of inches longer.
Speaking about his dick, if he will rank the best things that he has, I bet he will rank the size of his penis as number 1.
Anyway, I am not an insecure person, but I do count my misfortunes in life. Blessings my ass, I am just a notch higher than the average Joe. The big problem with being average is, you are too close to the line that separates success and failure. And falling down is easier that rising up.
You might be wondering why there is a picture of Maxine Magalona at this post. I will get there in a few more key strokes.
We arrived there at 10pm and his "mama san" greeted him with a big smile. We were escorted to a table near the stage. Some girls were modeling on stage looking bored at what they are doing. Well, you too will get bored if your modeling routine is just walking and turning around while a song with no lyrics loops on the background.
A couple of beers were ordered and they had us sign a chit. P75 pesos for a beer... they are making a killing here. It only costs around P20 in the supermarket.
Anyway, mamasan was there telling my friend that she will get a girl for him, a certified starlet according to her. My friend told her that he will not table her if he does not like her, and they agreed. Soon enough the mamasan returned with a very pretty girl, a dead ringer for Maxine Magalona, maybe even prettier. But of course everything changed when the girl started to open her mouth. No matter how pretty she was, the IQ, the breeding, and everything else is close to zero.
My friend did not mind of course, she's just another broad that would amuse him for the next couple of hours or so. And he could afford this kind of amusement.
By this time the dull models on stage were finished with their act. Next performance was a solo act of another starlet. She was flawless. Wearing a black bra with fur designs and a skimpy short, she did her thing on stage. Her complexion was white. After the song she left for the backstage and returned with a more daring costume. Still the same top but with a leopard designed thong.
As much as I wanted to watch, my issues with pissing and beer is getting the best of me, so I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times. I don't know what is it about beer that makes me piss a lot. And this is just one beer! I think my ratio is 5:1. Five times to piss for every bottle of beer.
The bathroom was close to a room they call the aquarium. It has a huge tinted window when if you look inside, there are girls seated and waiting to be tabled. In front of the window are a dozen excited men choosing diligently.
So anyway, I got bored and wanted to go home already. I proceeded to the bathroom and washed my hand and face with soap, trying to remove the smell of smoke that stuck to my skin. The attendant there was nice enough to hand me a hot towel. It was nice, but I have no coins to tip him so I just thanked him wholeheartedly.
I went back to our table and excused myself saying that I need to wake up early tomorrow for work, which is a big lie of course because I am not at all that eager to wake up early for anything, specially work. It was 11pm.
I shook hands with my smiling friend and I gave the girl a big kiss on the cheek. She really was pretty, but that's all she will ever be, a part of my blog. As I left I thought about this girl's life and what her boyfriend thinks of her. Well, that is life for him, and this is life for me. “To each his own” as the idiom goes.
In this world, everybody has their own position to fill. If in the other hand that, that girl was in your shoe and your were the one that had to entertain and make money to make it in that God forsaken town,,I do believe that you won't bother being well mannered and not necessarily nice to everybody. Men chose to go to those kind of places, people works there in the other hand are inside the establishment and did not force anybody to go inside. To make it short,, men just dropped themselves into the lions den willingly, and paid a lot of money to get bit.
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