I had some very interesting conversation with the ladies last night.
Brooke, who was from New Hampshire, and I agreed that while she was sitting on my lap it was better for both of us that she had her "clothes" on and I had a beer instead of her being naked and me drinking an orange juice.
Frankie relented that she wasn't "from around here" after she said "tawk" and "hawt" but that she had been here for a while and she learned the accent from her dad, who was from Baltimore. Because she announced every syllable in Bal ti More I know that was false too. Classic Jersey girl.
Heaven and I agreed that that wasn't her real name, but that she probably was from Dublin. California.
Brooke tried to entice me into the champagne room because "it's more laid back, you get more dances, and you can touch. It's not cheating, you know." I politely declined and disagreed with her that it was not cheating. I wish I had said, "Well, let's call it cheating and go back to your place where you get touched and I save $100" but I didn't have the quick wit with me at that moment. Distracted by the nakedness.
I'm sure there was more but I just can't remember them right now.