Dear Jesus, I forgot to thank you for Boystown

Well shit, I have been a touch lazy with this. Please do not worry. I have still managed to get my drink on so relax.

I will now tell you where you can see a cowboy, a soccer player and the boy next door strip down to teeny tiny panties.

A little place on Broadway and first(ish) called Boystown. WHAT A TREAT!!!!

Ok, so I am not a huge fan of the stripping - I don't have any moral issues with it - because moral discussion should be saved for the homophobic Repubs and not my peeps - but here is my thing with strippers. It seems kind of funny and less of a turn on - now I am aware that I am a lady and thus, I don't vagine hard-ons from nakedness but it all seems so silly an contrived and I hate watching guys get all rowdy when waiting to see some woman's pussy - or whatever they do HOWEVER, watching a cowboy doing sit-ups on a pole wearing a cowboy hat, boots and a little panty is WAY too much fun.

And, this isn't one of those gay bars (like the Eagle) where they get all - what the fuck is a girl doing at a foam party (which by the way I don't want to discuss, not one of my better nights - unless you count watching the old man from the family guy scoot around the dance floor in loose, dingy tighty-whiteys AND HIS CANE a good night but I digress).

Anyway, my point is girls are totes allowed - there was even a bachelorette party the night before.

And the drinks are super strong - because I think they want you to get crunk and stick more dollar bills in Valentino's panties.