Big pimpin', spending cheese
That'll be $30, y'all.
Wrist tats.
I had the distinct impression that I was about to get us thrown out so we left early. There was some confusion about the "RESERVED" tables and a worker girl decided to plop the reservation card from another table onto our table after it became clear that we weren't about to order bottle service. I picked up the reservation card and obnoxiously wrote "FOR ASHLEY KNOX" and inexplicably, "YES" across it. Mgmt girl did not find this funny.
At least I got to dance.
Actin' a fool, as usual.
Calling someone who cares. No answer.

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