The Pink Shoe Diaries

friday night i went to the Beer Summit with adam and george. the night started off somewhat on the wrong foot because 1) there was really bad traffic driving home from work and then 2) there was really bad traffic driving into Boston and then 3) we had to wait in line for about 15 minutes to get into the Summit even though we had tickets (they had ONE person checking IDs for the thousand people that were there!). once we got in, however, the night definitely started going in the right direction.

the Summit was at the Castle at the Park Plaza which also houses the steakhouse Smith and Wollensky's. and while it looks pretty fancy on the outside, it is like any other function hall on the inside. when we entered, we were given wristbands and a "tasting glass" (read: plastic cup) and let lose on the 50 or so brewery stands to sample until we couldn't see straight. there is no limit to how much you can "sample" so we tried pretty much everything that was in there (which accounts for why we ended up at the Foxy Lady later in the night, but that is a story for later) i am a big fan of the Paper City beers, especially the One Eared Monkey brew (it's peach flavored) and the Concord Grape Ale. both have light, fruity aftertastes but are not overpoweringly sweet.

they had some scantily clad girls in pink tank tops walking around, hawking lottery tickets. this was fine, only these girls came up to adam and george and ended up getting an earful from me! basically, we were all standing around a table talking, when the two girls come up in between george and adam and start talking to them and completely ignoring me. they didn't even look at me once!! i know they thought maybe the boys would be more impressed with their slutty tank tops, but what they didn't lnow is that adam and george are cheap, and i throw around my money like woah and would have been happy to donate some $$ if they had even deigned to look in my direction. instead, they flirted openly with my boyfriend and his friend, while i sipped my beer and waited. my time would come, i knew. so when solicting the boys proved fruitless (as i knew it would) they turned to me and began to talk. but of course, i wasn't having it.

"Excuse me" i interrupted them. "but is their a man in a slutty pink shirt that i can talk to? because you haven't even looked at me for the past 5 minutes.

"what?" both girls asked, all wide eyed.

i'm wondering if there is a man around here hawking tickets, because maybe he will pay a little attention to me before he asks me for money?"

(at this point adam and george are cringing)

"um, we were going to talk to you"

yeah, uh huh that's fine" as i turn to George and Adam and say "let's go drink!" and saunter off.

so after we had sampled everything, and i had bought some cigars for danielle and i, we decided to leave the Summit in search of even more classy entertainment: The Foxy Lady.

now i am not a fan of strip clubs. george loves them and is always trying to get adam to go and i am always kind of a beast about it. you know, pulling the "it's trashy!" card. however, i am a reasonable girl and i realize that i should actually experience something before i comment on it. and since i had never been to an American strip club (only ones in Paris and London), i decided that I would like to go, just to see what all the hype is about.

so we went (after being stuck in traffic for a LONG time due to some accident(s) on Rt 24, after getting screamed at by cops in megaphones, after driving in the brush next to the highway trying to get away) to the famed Foxy Lady.

here is my review: it is very expensive even for WOMEN which is unheard of in Euro strip clubs (admission = $15, and drinks start at $5 for water!), and the dancing is definitely sub par. it's really more wriggling than dancing. and there was nary a pole in sight. i had a good time mostly because i was such a novelty (the only non stripper girl there) and so people were nice to me. but all in all, it seems like alot of money spent for a sort of boring time.

maybe i have seen the Sopranos too many times and am jaded about clubs like this.

even Adam was kind of like "that was lame" and George fell asleep near the stage (to the outrage of the naked young lady dancing on it).

so we went home, gorged ourselves on ramen noodles and fell asleep to the flickering light of the Cosby Show on TV. and thanks to my $5 water, i wasn't even hungover the next day. so my venture to the strip club WAS good for something!