Yes, the yellow Steely Dan cut through the wind like a God damn cheetah chasing its last meal. Kyle and I sat about seven seats back from the white band bandit steering this fucking vessel. Dino's was pretty much a let down, but we were drunk enough to accept the disappointment and looked forward to our next adventure. It was here that we first noticed the Vato. She was a somewhat attractive girl that had a butch hair cut, semi-latino skin tone with straight edge chin and a B cup t-shirt. Kyle found her amusing. Probably because she sent a vibe of interest in his direction. "You look like Bam Margera!" she said in a Pee Wee sort of way. The bus was hauling ass through Hawthorn and Kyle and I were wondering what strip club could possibly be nestled between the Space Room and Sewickley's. Unfortunately, none were found and we ended up stopping at DV8, which was ten blocks away. I never knew this was a stripclub, I always thought it was just a bar.

We staggered in to find quite a few 18 somethings gyrating the hipnors to the beat of Oakenfold. Pleasantly surprised, Kyle and I sat at one of the roundabouts and ordered a Makey make (thankfully, this wasn't just a beer and wine establishment).