Mike D and I were the doc's wingmen tonight, as he dressed up as "Doctor Love," a nickname I dubbed him, for the five years I've known him, he gives amazing amazing advice. The doc's first patient, Rachelle, even before we venture in the club!
The walk around the 5+ acre establishment revealed the hip hop club. It gives new meaning to bird in a cage, that's for sure. Even though they have the right to, FAT MEN should not dance in these things!
To make a mockery of the girls who find it cool to dance Toxic by Brittany, Mike D climbs in and starts bouncin' to the music, but Mr. Picky never seems to find anyone to dance with, even though he can tear it up. It's always funny to watch Mike D and Jenny dance, as Jenny is about a foot taller than Mike D.
Then it's time for the costume contest, look at all those ghost and goblins out there. Between the 9 foot alien who could dance like a madman, and the 'sheep f*cker, guess who wins.
Time to eat some chili cheese fries, onion rings, and mozz sticks with the doc and mr picky, signifying the night will come to an end soon.
One would think that it's time to go, but doc finds some more patients, so me and Mike D attempt to chase the sandmen away, as the night provides us with an extra hour. Do I have 4 chins in this picture?
Finally someone tell these dorks that they don't have to do the electric slide, I mean damn, line dancing? Not to mention line dancing with a passion.
In case anyone was wondering, our protagonist, doc, printed cards for the occasion, handed some out, so we'll see if he gets some calls. If you can't read the card, it says, curing all you ills, group therapy, looking for new patients and med staff, blah blah ha-ha. Don't let the cheese fool you ladies, because this guy is all heart and substance.
A very pleasant night of cat-in'. Cheesy, very hard to keep a smile, very hard not be be appauled, but nontheless fun.
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Stay tuned for a Calexico / Iron and Wine review, Stubbs, 10 / 30!
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