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Originally Posted by damit
I really enjoy this thread and think a detailed account of what happens when someone goes into a massage parlor would be a great read. Tell your wife you are doing it for the thread.
I guess it would make for an interesting story to tell both here and divorce court.
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Originally Posted by Vegas Set Miner
When taking a vacation to the beach, usually Cape May/Wildwod area, I like to spend the first night in AC to get my gamble on.
A few years back, my early 20's son was with us. His first trip to AC. As we were having a few drinks at the TAJ, he kept talking about how many massage parlors there are on the boardwalk and how he was distraught over losing the "love of his life". After a few rounds, I went to the bathroom, only to return to see him gone.
After @ 45 minutes, I began texting and calling him. No reply. After about an hour and a half, he comes walking in the bar. WTF I say. Sorry, curiosity got the best of me.
After of an eternity of not knowing what to say, I said "what you expected"? He replied "not that type of place".
Second question "what were you thinking?". He says, "I figure they call them professionals for a reason".
Stunned I said, "A you are an idiot & B that is hilarious and I will be telling this story for years!"
That's amazing. Any chance he would have gone back for round two to see if his first experience was an anomaly?
My wife wanted me to post a pic. I think I found one that shows off my best feature - my phone:
Saturday was a lot of driving around and shopping. Hit up Fry's for a new monitor, then the OutletPC.com site for a TV mount. I want to upgrade my office setup (I think I showed a picture of it a while back). My desktop computer is still 4ish years old at this point, but I can at least upgrade the monitor and such.
Since we were in Henderson anyway, had to hit my wife's favorite quilt shop:
And then pay a visit to my dad's house in Henderson:
My parents bought this place as the community was being built back in 2001. They planned on renting it out for a few years and then retiring, splitting their time between Henderson and New Hampshire. My mom dying kinda ****ed up all their plans, so my dad's been working. Fortunately, the guy renting the place has never left and really doesn't put in service requests, so my dad's just been making rent money for like 15 years. The renter recently made a request to buy the property, but I think he's low-balling so no deal was reached.
Saturday night, met up with Joboo and hit up Bonchon for Korean fried chicken:
I can see how this place might be good. The chicken and sauce were tasty. But it's SUPER over-priced (seven bucks for fries?!?), they were out of drumsticks, and our service was wicked slow. I doubt we'll go back.
I'm not super handy, but I tried installing the TV mount myself. It didn't work:
I found the stud, drilled the pilot holes, but I could not get the screws to go all the way in. Just wouldn't work. And then I stripped the screws so they're stuck. Goddammit. I go to bed, and vow to re-group in the morning.
First thing Sunday morning, I call a handyman. He says it's $45 to do it and he can be by first thing Monday. I tell him if he can come today, he can double his price. I emptied my office out into the living room, and really don't want to leave it like that. He agreed at first, but about 5pm, he said he couldn't do it. Great. So I did what any other red-blooded, hot-headed American would do...
I took a five pound weight and hammered those ****ing screws like they were nails. So far, I think it's actually working. New set up, ahoy!
The TV was a free one I got with my laptop last summer, got an ULTRAWIDE screen monitor at Fry's, and even took one of my old monitors on the side. The TV doesn't point downwards as much as I'd like, but I'm pretty happy so far. I've got a MainBrain box attached to the TV (can't get live TV to work yet, but the movies are going well), plus it's currently running as my optional 3rd monitor. The ultrawide is pretty slick though, as is the wallpaper:
Wallpaper on the side:
After hammering and setting everything up and etc., I was drenched in sweat. My wife touched my shirt and grimaced. I said "I promise I'll shower before bed." She said it doesn't matter. I shoved her nose into my armpit and repeated "I promise I'll shower before bed." She walked away muttering like Sideshow Bob after getting hit the face with a rake.
I'm off to shower. Possibly squeeze in a 1-2 session before bed.