Businessman's Lunch

[muck_a_luck]

This radio station I listen to runs an ad for Archibald's, DC's premiere gentleman's club, "For all your entertainment desires." where DC's hottest show girls serve the Businessman's Lunch. They suggest you get together a bunch of your friends and go over there.

Now, seriously, who goes in the middle of the business day with a bunch of their coworkers to be served lunch by showgirls and see some "gentlemen's" entertainment before going back to the office.

Wouldn't that be weird? Not to mention, would you really want to EAT FOOD at one of those places? I'm not being prudish. I'm trying to imagine myself having a nice steak cobb salad at DC's premiere ladies' club, where the area's most beautiful half-naked men fulfill all my entertainment desires before I go back to the office to get on with the rest of my day. And I'm just thinking ew.

Of course, for me, sex and food have never mixed. I'd rather have all the orgasms before dinner, rather than after. Maybe that's why the idea of getting all publically hot and bothered with a bunch of work acquiaintances while eating doesn't really do it for me.

Comments

[rocketbalm.livejournal.com]

I'm totally with you on all fronts. Food and sex, not a great combo for me. I love both and want to give each the undivided attention they deserve LOL!

As for getting hot and bothered with co-workers ewwww, just really really ewwwww. I have a hard enough time going for drinks with them on the odd occaision (and they are really nice people). I just really don't like mixing business with pleasure and the things that come out of my mouth after a glass or two of wine are not things I want my coworkers to hear, I can't even imagine going to see hot, naked men with them. OMG that gives me the heebee's.

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm saying!

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Sex and food mix nicely in fanfics, or in the rather stellar movie Tampapo. Otherwise.... ew.

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Ahaha! Icon!

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

I have a packet of that soup mix!

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Cool! Is it for eating, or just poking at?

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Well, since I'm vegetarian, I'm not looking to try it!

Really, it's funny for the package. But I suppose someone could open it carefully and preserve the package, and still eat the soup if they wanted to. It's on my desk at work -- I'll try to take more pictures of it for you today.

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

Hee. Squish your face into the picture! Or at least make an "OKAY!" sign with your fingers. :)

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Hah, I just took the picture, then came to look for your e-mail. Check your Inbox shortly. :-)

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

<3! you just made my day!

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

*beams*

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm gonna have to go with eew. Even with gender things aside, eew eew eew. And advertised in the middle of the day? Bleh.

(Oh, had a question about how you were tracking posts before.)

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

It's running on 94.7. I don't know if you pick it up where you are. Actually, it's a fantastic station. The commercial mostly makes me bemused.

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

That's rock n' roll, yeah?

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Yup. Hands down the best radio station I have ever found, actually. I think it is made for people who are 35. They might as well have taken my CDs and started broadcasting. Plus, all the new stuff they play is fantastic. They claim they are building their playlists based on listener requests. Which could explain it. People like me, but who still listen to new music (which I almost never bother to do anymore).

That said, you are not 35, so you might think it was a sucky station.

Also, whenever they give out tickets to events, the winners are always married. They talk about how excited their spouse will be and how they are now going to have to find babysitters for their little kids. More evidence it's a staion for 30-somethings! :D

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

I think that's the station Mum used to listen to before she found BIG 100.3, which she is bemused to note almost always plays stuff she remembers, and can usually sing all the words to. But then again, she's a good bit older than you, I would think (5mumble this past July).

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

LMAO

I'm trying to imagine myself having a nice steak cobb salad at DC's premiere ladies' club, where the area's most beautiful half-naked men fulfill all my entertainment desires before I go back to the office to get on with the rest of my day. And I'm just thinking ew.

ALL I would be able to think about at that point was how much dog hair ends up in my food when I am cooking at home...God Help Me regarding other hair in such a ...swanky location!

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Are you DONE YET?!?!?!? *snickers* Having a little trouble with your punctuation there, were you? :D

Yes. One hopes that the kitchen staff, at least, would have their tap pants and tank tops on, as well as bandanas. Maybe the servers could wear aprons...

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

frilly aprons. short. but no food!!!!

giving up on punctuation today. I almost put something at the bottom of that last one (what, third or fourth try??!!). hate that I cannot just "edit" but must delete and try not to fumble thumb again LOL

I am still blaming it on the moon
and they still hurt

GIP for how I can feel at the drop of a hat

[alpha-strike.livejournal.com]

White collar business men who don't want their wives to know they're hanging out at strip clubs go at lunch. I don't know whether they actually eat.

OTOH, there's a "gentleman's club" here that offers Thanksgiving dinner. *shrug*

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

I see this logic. So, the ad can't just say, come and be a perv on your lunch hour. :)

[amise.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was such a bad idea until "a bunch of work acquaintances" and then I got totally grossed out.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's part of that whole "gentleman's club" thing that kind of weirded me out when I visited the South. Most of the places I've lived either call them strip clubs or titty bars. But visiting the South, flipping through the little Yellow Pages or local sights magazines they give you in the hotel rooms, the places are advertised prominently and "classily" as gentleman's clubs catering to professionals, as if there's a segment of society that has normalized this as a perfectly legitimate place to hold business entertainment. I'm glad to see at least one Virginian thinks this is incredibly bizarre and off the wall!