so this happpened:
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Monday, December 5, 2005
To Whom it May Concern,
Saturday night, six friends wanted to throw me a bachelorette party. I suggested your establishment because it looked like such fun from the website, and from an article i read two years ago. Because I was not involved in the planning, I am not sure exactly what was promised or told to my friends about arrival times and the stage show, but I do know that when we showed up at 9:30, the stage was being taken apart, all the lights were on, and the place seemed deserted. The woman who took our cover charge saw our confusion and disappointment at missing the show and called over Tony, the manager. He told us we were to get in a line for pictures and then the VIP show would start at 10. We had missed the stage show entirely. When one of my friends asked where we might go that was a little nicer than the room where there was a set being broken down, Tony started going off. He not only yelled in the face of my friends, he kept repeating that "It didn't matter if her (my) night was ruined, because the rest of my life was ruined if I was getting married." Three times he repeated this. Finally, he screamed "Get the fuck out!" Needless to say we did.
This kind of behavior is completely unacceptable. His language was offensive, his physicality was aggressive. I thought someone in your establishment should know that I will be telling every friend, colleague, neighbor and bride about this incident. No one should have a shirtless man yell at six girls just trying to have a good time.
DO NOT EVER PATRONIZE LA BARE HOLLYWOOD. NO MATTER HOW BAD YOU WANT TO SEE UGLY, FAT MALE STRIPPERS!!!
so we went and got trashed on jack and champagne at my friend marg's house. he didn't ruin my night, he just made the story so much richer!!!
so if nothing else you have a good story to tell people bout our bachlorette party....
Blazing Saddles is one of my favorite Mel Brooks films as well.
Soon, i am being dragged out on a monday night to see "Aeon Flux"...this happens when you marry a man eight yrs your junior
Wish me luck!