Here at work, our shipper\delivery guy was sick today and there was something that needed to be picked up in Brampton, so I got volunteered for the job. Which was fine, since I really didn't have anything to do. As I got directions to where I was supposed to go, I realized that it was right around the corner from this nudie bar I'd read all about over at TERB, the Cannonball, which is supposed to be pretty fun. Of course I immediately felt the urge to go. But that feeling was immediately countered by my inner voice saying a) I'd be going alone which is kind of sad, even for me; b) I'd come back to work smelling like a combination of beer and strippers. But I took down the address anyways and decided that I'd at least drive by and scope it out.

After I made my pick up, I drive over to the place, but didn't go in. I just couldn't bring myself to be that guy going to a strip club by himself. Maybe if I was 50 it wouldn't be so bad. So I just kept on driving, and now I have an overwhelming desire to go to the nudie bar tonight. Dammit.