The Adventures of Me & J: Ra and the Canadian
Yet another exciting evening with J last night. Determined to head downtown for a girl's night we settled on Ra as I had met the head chef (Joe), the owner (Thai), the manager (Cornelius), and the bartended on my last visit with KT and figured we could make out with some loot a la HH.
BTW-Ra is a fab sushi place on State and Elm in the Goldcoast-you must try!
http://www.rasushi.com/
J and I opted for the sushi bar area of the restaurant and had a fantastic feast. We were interrupted by a large, balding, mostly unattractive Canadian. Apparently he missed his connecting flight and was stuck in Chi town. He quickly bought us drinks and then offered to pay for dinner 10 min. later. J and I quickly added 2 Ra t-shirts to our bill. They say "Pleasure Yourself" heh heh.
Surprisingly, it didn't take our boy long to ascertain that J is a massage therapist. Well didn't that just perk him up like a goldfish seeing the flakes! He proceeded to ever so subtly offer us $300 buckaroos to come back to his hotel for a (and I am not making this up) "four hands massage"! eww!
After several "no's" our boy decides to up the ante: if we come back to his room then he'll take us to Carmel, CA next weekend and Vegas the weekend after that. Plus, he promised to pay us 60k/yr to be his "executive assistants and girlfriends". I finally told him straight out that we would not be f#$%^& him and to get lost.
We excused ourselves to the bar where we met some nice boys from TN. They had watched our tiff with the Canadian and were thoroughly amused. They bought us drinks and invited us to a bar across the way. We were ready to leave when the Canadian reappeared; supposedly he had left his credit card. He proceeded to offer me the $300 if J would not come; I later learned he had made the same offer to J while I was in the loo.
J and I escaped with the TN boys to the bar, the name of which I cannot remember but it had something to do with livestock: I don't recommend.
We weren't there 5 min. when we agreed to use the john and scram. While waiting in line (there is always a line for the girl's room!) we met Elvis. He offered us VIP passes to his show at the House of Blues in August haha! I think we will go for kicks but I'm sure it will be a sad sight indeed.
As my friend JC says, "you can't write this stuff"
BTW-Ra is a fab sushi place on State and Elm in the Goldcoast-you must try!
http://www.rasushi.com/
J and I opted for the sushi bar area of the restaurant and had a fantastic feast. We were interrupted by a large, balding, mostly unattractive Canadian. Apparently he missed his connecting flight and was stuck in Chi town. He quickly bought us drinks and then offered to pay for dinner 10 min. later. J and I quickly added 2 Ra t-shirts to our bill. They say "Pleasure Yourself" heh heh.
Surprisingly, it didn't take our boy long to ascertain that J is a massage therapist. Well didn't that just perk him up like a goldfish seeing the flakes! He proceeded to ever so subtly offer us $300 buckaroos to come back to his hotel for a (and I am not making this up) "four hands massage"! eww!
After several "no's" our boy decides to up the ante: if we come back to his room then he'll take us to Carmel, CA next weekend and Vegas the weekend after that. Plus, he promised to pay us 60k/yr to be his "executive assistants and girlfriends". I finally told him straight out that we would not be f#$%^& him and to get lost.
We excused ourselves to the bar where we met some nice boys from TN. They had watched our tiff with the Canadian and were thoroughly amused. They bought us drinks and invited us to a bar across the way. We were ready to leave when the Canadian reappeared; supposedly he had left his credit card. He proceeded to offer me the $300 if J would not come; I later learned he had made the same offer to J while I was in the loo.
J and I escaped with the TN boys to the bar, the name of which I cannot remember but it had something to do with livestock: I don't recommend.
We weren't there 5 min. when we agreed to use the john and scram. While waiting in line (there is always a line for the girl's room!) we met Elvis. He offered us VIP passes to his show at the House of Blues in August haha! I think we will go for kicks but I'm sure it will be a sad sight indeed.
As my friend JC says, "you can't write this stuff"
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