Belive me, this is really boring compared to Rita's post, but hey, I am Borly, after all. On the Road to ASSCon 3 (continued) Okay, off the plane at SF airport. It's Saturday evening, and once out of the terminal I discover that it's pretty damn chilly for someone who just came from the high 90's in Texas. I gather my wits and head for the super shuttle. Climb in and wait for the ride downtown to the lovely King George hotel. Not any real colorful people in the shuttle with me except for the furiner couple who look like they want to go somewhere and have hot sex as soon as possible, and the gay guy couple who look like they want to go somewhere and have hot sex as soon as possible. Thankfully, I'm first off at downtown. Check into my highly overpriced room and log onto IRC to see if I can find Dyn0. Sai is on (and what a post about his DFW trip will soon be), and tells me that Dyn0 and Fingers were just in the CP, but might have just left. I wonder why he hasn't called until I realize I'm on the phone. I call his mobile on my mobile, and yep, he and Fingers are down in the lobby. I get ready and away we go to get some dinner. After much wishy washy, we end up at P&P, Bubba's favorite, and end up staring at the bar where several CP dancers are sitting. I have the Bubba special, meat and the ever so present garlic mashed potato's. Upon exit we head to CP, with a little leering at the couple making out in their room window on the upper floor of the Hotel Nikko as we walk by. We look, they look, we look some more, other people look, but she still won't remove anymore of that little dress she's wearing, and finally, bored, we move on. Dyn0 feels the need to put on some pants, so he changes in his car while parked on Mason. Still in leer mode I hung around, but didn't see any decent squirrel shots. Inside the CP we go. Bubba is inside, at least his stuff is, so we sit down and hit the IRC. I look around and notice nothing has changed from my last few visits. Still the same old place. However, on this trip I do verify one thing I had been wondering about. If you come in, sit next to, or in Bubba's domain or proximity sensor range, nobody asks you for a dance. I was there all night, sitting on the bench, and if Bubba was sitting there, or not, I still never got asked. Amen brother, I have found the answer to my ever wandering. 'Sit by the Bubba' will forever be etched in my brain. Anyway, Bubba soon comes in, we get the ever loved "Bubba Hug" (tm), and settle in. Not much really happened after that. Bubba and Fingers would go do some HMS'ing a couple of times, mainly when Devon was dancing. Dyn0 and I sat at the IRC, where we remained until about 1:30 AM, which is when we hit Red's Corner for a last drink before beddy bye. I leave for the half block walk to the hotel, and Dyn0 gets in his car and heads for San Mateo. I was rudely awakened around noon by someone knocking on my room door. Dyn0 is here, and wonders how in the hell I've been sleeping all this time. In my constant state of depression it's easy, it's called "a symptom". I crawl out of bed, get dressed, and away we go to north beach to find somewhere to eat. After circling around a few times with Dyn0 saying "this has to be north beach" ( I had no idea), we find a parking garage, and hit the streets. Find some trendy looking place and eat, and do the tourist walk down to Fishermans Wharf. Dyn0 passes on my invitation to show him the "really stink like shit" seals over on Pier 19. We stop in Jacks bar for my one and only Gordon Biersch Marzen of the trip. This only momentarily stopped the marathon white russian drinking tour I was on. After getting back to the car, it's now getting close to 5pm, with the supposed ASSCon 3 starting around 4pm. We hit my hotel, and are ready to go, we grab a cab and hit the MSC at close to 6pm. Out of the cab, and now looming before us, Market Street Cinema. Fingers told us he was getting full service in here a few days ago for $40, and he meant FULL SERVICE! We pay our $15 and go inside. I check out the layout of the club. Several rows of seats coming away from the stage, then an isle behind the seats where the big sign says "Watch stage dancing" I wander into the aisle. Within seconds I hear the strains of "want some company?". Better than "Wanna dance" I guess, but not much. Not a bad looking blonde, but I just got here, so I say no. There's a big mix here at MSC, this is day shift. I see a few good looking ones, right down to the scary ones. A scary one hits me up twice while I'm there, apparently not good with faces. I do notice that after asking once, the same girl usually leaves you alone for the rest of your visit. Soon after walking in, they run the "cattle call" with all the girls hitting the stage to be introduced. Some unintelligble ethnic slavic, slurring every word does the intro's and I was only able to identify maybe two or three names. After Dyn0 and I stumble around for close to an hour, I finally decide to enter the back for another $10, figuring I was going to end up there sooner or later. I go back to Sin City, to see mainly, nothing. Too early? Who knows, I head back up the aisle to Dyn0 and we stand around for awhile. After another few minutes, Tall Guy comes in. He's tall, and Sky, the only dancer I end up getting laps from the whole trip there, is on him like saran wrap. She's blonde, with big fake tits and one of those laughs that can make you wince, but did I say she had big tits? TG fends her off, (several times, she must have liked him) we hang around for a little while, sitting in the main theater. About the only thing that was exciting during this time, was that I "thought" I saw Infamous, sitting away's over, looking around like us. I offered to go ask and here is what the conversation went like... "hey, you look familiar" "No" "yea, I mean, you don't go by the nickname "Infamous" do you?" "No" "oh, hey, sorry, a guy I used to run around the strip clubs with a couple of years ago used to use that nickname...ha ha ha..." The whole time the guy is shaking his head, but he did manage to smile at the end of the conversation, and since I never looked at him again I hope his homophobia calmed down. Well, that was my one and only offer to scout out lone ASSC'ers for the night. I went back to TG and Dyn0 and sat. Meanwhile Sky is back bugging TG to come watch her show in the Bangkok room. So, we end up going. Sky gives a very lackluster show, $5 tip gets you a grope and a promise. Sky derides TG for his attempt to give her a dollar, (thats when we find out she wants $5) and then, after doing Dyn0 and I, she grabs TG's $5 and walks away, giving him nothing, even though TG is muttering in protest. I finally decide that, after much agonizing, I'll get some dances with Sky. We enter one of the booths, where, for my money, I get two less than exciting lap/wall dances. No offers of anything else, even though earlier I had seen Sky with a handful of tissues heading into a booth. NOT that I wanted anything more, but whatever. Also, she kept calling me nice and a gentleman, at a level where Dyn0 could hear, and that led to more of his ribbing that I'm really a nice guy...when I'm not! We soon exit to get some dinner and then the plan is to head over to CP, where Bubba, Bob Smyth, and Fingers are going to be doing the remote site ASSCon. However, after taking a few steps out of the club and down market, an incident that changes our lives forever, happens...we run into Abnormal. Last chapter to follow Borly