September 15, 2006


Upon hearing the details of the bachelor debauch from Douglas, I just kinda rolled my eyes. Amateurs. It would seem that at Red Rock West, the bartendresses will sieze the bachelor/birthday boy/congressman, strip him to the waist, spit cheap tequila into his mouth, and whip him with his own belt.

Somehow, I'm imagining that my betrothed was one of the few patrons in attendance who could in all honesty say that if he wanted a professional flogging, he could just go home and get one from his fiancée.

The steak dinner sounded really yummy, though.

Posted by Kat at September 15, 2006 02:24 PM