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Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Um… How Did This Happen?

posted by on January 9 at 12:45 PM

I 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?

Posted by StrangerDanger | January 9, 2007 12:56 PM

Let me are the "buff/sailor" type. Am I right?

Posted by Stephanie | January 9, 2007 12:58 PM

You're gonna apply RIGHT??!?! I want to read all about it if (when!) you do!

Posted by Suz | January 9, 2007 1:11 PM

Antarctic Records (see e-mail contact) = Holy Ghost Revival

Posted by frederick r | January 9, 2007 1:35 PM

That means the request for Eli to become a stripper most likely came from Brendan.


Posted by David Schmader | January 9, 2007 1:41 PM

You weren't drunk. They were.

Posted by Boomer | January 9, 2007 1:43 PM

Damn it, Stephanie beat me to it.

Posted by robotslave | January 9, 2007 2:16 PM

It worked, didn't it?

Apparently, sticking a flyer in a Stranger writer's pocket is a pretty good way to get it publicized.

Posted by MHD | January 9, 2007 2:32 PM

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.

Posted by Gitai | January 9, 2007 3:12 PM

Go go for it, Eli!

Posted by Explorer | January 9, 2007 4:03 PM

so is this new club the inevitable replacement for the sure to be doomed Sugar?

Posted by michael strangeways | January 9, 2007 4:38 PM

Cant wait for this

Posted by Super Terrific | January 9, 2007 4:46 PM

i love ______s.

Posted by andy | January 9, 2007 7:21 PM

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...

Posted by plate | January 9, 2007 8:33 PM

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.

Posted by catalina vel-duray | January 9, 2007 8:55 PM

Thank you. I applied out of mere amusement.


Posted by Ken | January 11, 2007 1:14 PM

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