Golden Gate... no, not in Frisco

Yesterday night we went to the Golden Gate, which is a strip club here in Frankfurt. I was a bit reluctant to go at first, when you are on a diet and you go see this super fit girls, either you stop eating at once or you feel so bad that you go home and cook yourself a pasta all'amatriciana. Actually it was pretty nice, and I didn't even feel so bad - even because yesterday I didn't go food shopping so I actually cannot cook myself a pasta all'amatriciana. The place is nice, it's not even too expensive (if you go out in Milano you definitely spend more) and they not only have strippers but you can also dance. There were a couple of groups there for birthdays, and it was funny to see how they somewhat went crazy. Also, a couple of the strippers had a little, vague start of cellulitis, well, if you looked at it really hard trying to find it, at the end of the day any man that I know wouldn't care less if they had those birds at hand, but it definitely helped. The most amazing thing is seeing these girls doing all sort of tricks with the poles, like lifting themselves up (I couldn't do it at all in high school), without being the female version of Schwarzenegger with bouncing muscles. All of it wearing 20cm high shoes. Impressive. Applause. At the end, Gaborno and I wanted to leave and in front of us there was this English couple who nearly started a row because their bill was 119 euros. They were sitting next to us inside, and I saw them drinking only beer, which means that they drank more than 20. Now, if you go to a nice strip club, or also to a nice place in general, and you drink more than 20 beers, then you shouldn't be too surprised if your bill exceeds the 100 euros. Idiots. This morning I wanted to sleep long, but there is this shitty super wind blowing. Perhaps it's our friend Kyrillucci coming to visit us again.
hmm, the Jamaican guy didn't look bad at all:-)