Friday, September 17

Whitetail Lounge

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She went to catholic school.

On her first day of first grade, her mom picked her up after school. The little girl was crying. Mommy asked her why, and the little girl said that Jill Strebel wouldn't let her use the slide.

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That's pretty much the story of my life with that particular girl, all through my 8 years at Sacred Heart. She always made me feel bad. After the one time, there were about 8 more years of me coming home in tears, over something she'd said or done. Not every day, mind you, I might be a tad over-sensitive, but I'm not a complete pussy. All of the instances seem sort of minor, really, but when I add them up, it's not so minor anymore. She made me feel like crap. All the time. Between her and Stacey, I didn't feel too good about school. That's about as much as I want to get into it here, right now.

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On my birthday, I was out at the bar with Bruce, and we ran into someone who went to Sacred Heart with me. Bj was really cool, and he made me feel a lot better about things.

You see, there's this strip club, on the reservation, called the Whitetail Lounge. They advertise "Vegas-style Girls". I have a feeling they don't specify "High-end Vegas-style Girls" for very good reasons.

When I was telling Bj about some of the crap that went on at school, eons ago, he looked at me with a little funny look, and said, "Jill? You're upset about Jill?? Dude, she had a kid when she was, like, 17, and she used to strip at Whitetail Lounge!"

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And now, apparently she's got a dog that she lets roam free, too. So it just goes to show you.. be nice to people, or you'll end up getting pregnant really young, becoming a stripper at the seediest of seedy strip clubs, and being totally irresponsibe, and a stupid-ass. So there.

Life is sweet.

8 comments:

B said...

It's nice when things come full circle. Being that way to people comes back to get you, I think. In this case, it looks as though it did. Even though you might feel like its wrong, it kind of makes you feel good.

Cleo said...

Personally, I think that's great! I mean, it sucks to be her, but it's good to know that mean people don't always finish first. Make me feel better about trying to be good and do the right thing, even if nobody will ever know.

I don't believe in karma, per se. But I think that people tend to surround themselves with people similar to them, and thus not very nice people tend to have not very nice people around, and have not very nice things happen to them. And vice versa. Sounds like in this case, that's what happened.

sunny said...

I felt a little guilty, after I posted that. But as the B pointed out to me, it's not as though she's chained to a rock, having a bird peck out her insides slowly, day after day after day. It's not as though I'm standing over her, on the rock, thoroughly enjoying the show. It's not as though I have fantacies about that sort of thing. Honest.

It's just that I revel in her being a worthless pile of dung, that's all. That's not so bad. Right?

B said...

That is a frightening visual, sunny. Especially with you standing there cheering it on. I really dont want to wake up with you standing over me cheering ......actually...

Jess said...

It's okay to feel that little thump-thump of happiness when you find out that someone that used to torment you or make you feel horrible is now experiencing something akin to that feeling. Call it karma, call it surrounding yourself with bad people, call it being a total idiot. Whatever it is, it's nice to know that trying to be a good person will get you places, while being an asshole will get you a one-way ticket to the seedy strip joint. :)

sunny said...

Hold on, that sounds like a bit too much fun.

Cleo said...

No, a two way trip would be fun - then you can gloat a little. A one way trip means you're stuck there with girls named things like "Candi" and "Ryan Starr". Oh wait, she was on American Idol.

inediblehulk said...

All I know is we need to get trashy, bottom-feeding strippers from somewhere, and there's no point rotting the good girls for it, so don't all you schoolgirls go setting the bar too high now...