Liquid Courage vs Voice Of Reason

I am a much more experienced drunk these days than I was when I started this stage of my life. I am still not a big fan of doing shots, or riding mechanical bulls (I value shoulder movement way too much to do that again) but can manage to listen to the inner voice of reason after several drinks.
I know I have mentioned prior that several of us go to Cowgirl's on a regular basis and swing around the stripper poles for fun. One friend has been taking pole dancing lessons for probably six months or so. What's the next step? The Dancin' Bare.
Last night was amateur night. We two girls went to see what amateur night was all about. Really, I went with my friend so she could see what amateur night was all about. I have no desire to take off my clothes in front of a bunch of strangers. Swinging around the poles fully clothed, no problem. In fact, I love it. Swinging around the poles naked, I don't think so.
While we were there, I met a very nice biker who wants to take me for a ride on his Harley. It's amazing what leather chaps and a chromed out Harley do for a guy on the 1 to 10 scale.
Another amazing thing... we weren't the only girls in there. I think this threw me the most, that a decent portion of the audience were normal women. So bottom line, my friend thinks she could win next amateur night. Stay tuned!
The problem with going to a strip bar is they play stipper music. Stripper music makes you want to dance, shake your ass, and swing around poles. But only strippers are allowed to dance in a strip bar. So voice of reason speaks up louder than the three Bacardi and Coke's I've had and off to Cowgirl's we go.
Fully clothed pole dancing... much better.
Making it home in one piece...fabulous.
Room spining when you lay down... not so good.