Despite forewarning of the Louisville nightlife...we checked it out...you don't need to. Quite a lame city, though a good time was had by all. We spent a lot....a lot of time at one of the local strip clubs. Not out of sheer pervertedness, though yeah, that had something to do with it...but mostly because it was the only place with (1) people, (b) music playing and (3) naked girls. We didn't make it to the bat factory, but here was karate in the pool. Hot Browns are delicious, but not a good morning after meal. Girls really like Elvis glasses. Cops apparently won't arrest you in White Castle if you sneak up to grab them from behind and shake them. Oh yeah, I pooped twice in the strip club restroom...which actually isn't a terrible place to deuce. The bathroom attendant's stash-o-smell-goods masks things quite nicely.
Weekend quotes...
- "I peed on my feet because I was trying to watch The Simpsons in the mirror."
- "I need to get drunk because I feel like shit."
- "Give my brother one of them dirt busters."
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