So I was out in London a few nights ago catching up with some mates I haven’t seen in ages! The usual few pints and then a club routine. Having consumed enough booze to fog up reality we headed off to a local club recommended by the our helpful ‘Irish barman’…. with a few special blagging tricks I’ve learnt over the years I got us in without paying….(my services are available for hire )
So I’m standing at the bar filled with the usual smugness that goes with having once again blagged my way into a club. Usual form takes over and we start chatting to a couple of severely hot girls (from my point of view i saw this as karma rewarding me for being so awesome).
Now, I’d generally describe myself as very quick on the uptake, but the cocktail of beer and direct exposure to a group of hot women meant it took me a while to realize something wasn’t quite right. I was in a pretty posh looking club, standing at the bar listening to some pretty loud and repetitive music. Nothing strange there….infact that’s a good discription of an average day, but looking around, I couldn’t help notice that the ratio of hot girls to guys was astonishingly high.
Ok, so the easy answer that hit me was “this is just a posh strip club” and I shouldn’t order champagne without a lot of spare cash on my credit card….I was thinking it and I’m sure you probably are, right?…….Wrong!
Somehow using my “jedi like” reasoning skills I’d managed to drunkenly blag us into an exclusive event run by a fairly massive broadcasting company. We were at a TelevisionX party! The group of girls we were talking to turned out to be adult movie stars/fetish models!
The party ended up as an amazing night-out. The girls were all awesome to talk to, and really down-to-earth (and very hot…)!
That’s another fine mess my drunk mind has got me into!
*picture provided by RichardKnightly