Life Um… How Did This Happen?
posted by January 9 at 12:45 PM
onI came home last night, emptied my pockets, and found this. I swear I wasn’t drunk. I swear I didn’t pick this flyer up on my own, fold it three times, and then stash it away for future reference. Should I be flattered? Did someone slip this into the back pocket of my pants when I wasn’t looking? Is reverse-pick-pocketing the new help wanted ad?
UPDATE: Turns out someone at The Stranger knows someone behind the flyer, and that person writes:
The idea is a big gay extravagents with emo go go boys and really buff sailor types who when you walk by they hit you in the head with their ______.I think it will work, but we are still working on finding go go boys, they dont seem to like this city, but i am determined to find some.
Good luck, anonymous go-go boy hunter! And confidential to go-go boys everywhere: Why so sour on this town?
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Counting Josh, does the Stranger really need TWO go go dancers on staff?
Let me guess...you are the "buff/sailor" type. Am I right?
You're gonna apply RIGHT??!?! I want to read all about it if (when!) you do!
Antarctic Records (see e-mail contact) = Holy Ghost Revival
That means the request for Eli to become a stripper most likely came from Brendan.
Interesting...
You weren't drunk. They were.
Damn it, Stephanie beat me to it.
It worked, didn't it?
Apparently, sticking a flyer in a Stranger writer's pocket is a pretty good way to get it publicized.
I bet go-go boys don't like Seattle because when someone gets ready to put a dollar in their g-strings, someone else comes by and engages them in a peripatetic debate about sexual agency, prostitution, gender roles, commercialization of eroticism, and capitalism's relation to sexuality. By the time it's done, no one's drinking, the go-go boy's shift is over, and he goes home broke.
Go go for it, Eli!
so is this new club the inevitable replacement for the sure to be doomed Sugar?
Cant wait for this
i love ______s.
I'm embarrassed for you, Eli, cause clearly you're not smart enough to be embarrassed for yourself.
How fragile of an ego you must have to let something like that -- finding a crumpled gogo boy flyer in your pocket -- flatter you so much that you feel compelled to post about it on the Stranger's blog -- not even your personal blog! Incredible...
Can you even HAVE a decent go-go boy in this ridiculous town? Back in MY day (the 30's) if you were an employee of an establishment where liquor was served, you couldn't show your nipples.
There was that place that went into the Brass Connection space there for a while (What was its name? I always called it Uncle Jackmeoffs) It had strippers, but there was no booze.
Thank you. I applied out of mere amusement.
-Ken
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