What? You DIDN'T go to a strip club this weekend?

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The Dizz and I firmly believe in the importance of "Date Nights". A chance to get out of the house, just the two of us, and spend some time together. And more importantly, a chance for me to be motivated enough to take a shower and get out of my sweatpants from the week. Sexy, I know.

Friday night rolled around and so did my craving for Italian. San Francisco has a little neighborhood called North Beach that is known for being the Italian 'hood, and so off we went! We found a little restaurant called Mona Lisa and proceeded to have a really good dinner. I'm talking a bottle of wine, bruschetta, salad, and some amazing spaghetti carbonara.

But what stands out the most from that night, besides the great wine and food, was our conversation. Not so surprisingly, the conversation of travel came up. We were talking about some of our favorite memories from our 6-months of galavanting around the world. That time we rode bikes through the villages in Ubud, just the two of us and a local. We saw a villager bathing in the stream, for crying out loud! It was incredible. Then there was that time we drank poop coffee, and well, how could we ever forget that. We couldn't believe that it has been an ENTIRE YEAR since last New Year's in Rome. We've been back in America for as long as we were even gone now and it's crazy to think sometimes because those memories are still so fresh in our minds. I'm so thankful for them, but I'm getting super antsy to start creating more travel memories!

Anyway, you're probably like, "Michelle! Yeah, we get it, you ate food and talked with your boyfriend. Big. Deal. Get on to the strip club part!"

Okay, okay, so after dinner, we were strolling around North Beach, looking for a bar to grab a post-dinner drink before heading home. And you should know that North Beach is also known for its strippers. Lots and lots of strip clubs.

So as we were walking, I spotted one and said, "Hey! Let's go in here!" 

And then The Dizz gave me a very strange and uncomfortable look.

But I said, fear not! This will be fun! So I walked up to the bouncer and I said, "Hello, bouncer, how much is it for us to go in?"

The bouncer replied, "It's free for you, $5 for him, but I'll let you guys go in for free. Oh, and hey, did you know that this is the WORLD'S FIRST strip club?"

"I did not, good sir, but I'm glad you told me! Even more the reason we should go in!"

And go in we did.

And to all of you that have never been to a strip club, I would like to share some wisdom with you.

There's a reason why no one goes to a strip club at 7:00pm.

It was rough. It was.........very rough.

The only other strip club I've been to was in Vegas at 1:00am, with my brother and sister-in-law. (I know, we're weird like that). And I remember thinking, "Oh my gosh, they're all so pretty!!" 
And well, let's just say I wasn't necessarily thinking that Friday night.

The difference between a 1:00am stripper and a 7:00pm stripper is like....how can I put this? Is like the difference between Pamela Anderson circa Baywatch and Pamela Anderson now.

Make sense?

Regardless, the hour and 2 Bud Lights were well worth my time, in my opinion. The strippers were very friendly, one even kissed me on the cheek and asked to sit next to me! And all the while I'm thinking, "I could totally do that." I'm jooookkiinnnggg.  ....Sort of. I mean, tell me you've never wondered if you could be a stripper! I'm not saying literally, just like, if no one would ever know, could you do it?

No? Just me? ...........Well that's awkward.

These times of unemployment have got my mind going to some strange places, I tell ya.

xoxo

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