Is that a bloomin' onion, or are you just happy to see me?

My judge friend, DJ, and I met for dinner and got caught up on lots of details of life. DJ and I used to hang out when we were both single and living and working in a small town in Eastern Oregon back in the day.

A lot of days, and years, have passed since then, and DJ has since married, and gone from attorney to judge (which, I guess means he is still an attorney, just one that wears a robe and swings a little hammer).

Anyway, we got to talking, and somehow we ended up on the topic of some of the clubs here in Salem. DJ has spent a little time in Salem over the years, and I'm still lucky I can find my way back and forth to work. But we somehow got on the topic of this club he knew about in town where women do this amazing thing. They dance and take off their clothes, and men pay them to watch them perform this activity. Who knew such places existed?

Anyway, DJ, suggested that maybe we should check out this place later in the week, since he's in town for some training/conference all week long. Being the adventurous and curious sort, I was willing to give it a try. But, to make a long story short, we ended up going to the club tonight, drinking a few beers and watching women get naked while wearing extremely ugly and uncomfortable looking mega-platform heels.

And all this on a school night.

Of course, you can't tell anyone about this, because his wife doesn't know that's where we were going. So, shhhhh!

So, DJ and I had a good dinner at Outback Steakhouse and then went out for a few drinks, while reliving some of our youth and watching the stage show.

Hey, I figure if you are going to go out drinking and hanging out with naked women, it's a good idea to take an attorney along. If we get together later in the week, I think I need to let him drive next time. He should be the one behaving, after all, he's the one who is married.

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