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| Mary's Club |
Portland and appreciate many of the same things, good beer, delicious food, beautiful gardens and bicycles. I rolled onto it's shady streets town around 8pm and checked into my hostel in the alphabet district. Before I had even set my bags down I befriended a group of six wonderful gents, John, Garret, Alibe, Josh, Daniel and RJ. They had been in Portland since the previous Tuesday as part of RJ's bachelor party weekend extravaganza. Throughout the night each one of them would individually admit that they hadn't slept more than 4 hours on any given night and weren't sure if they were going to make it through the whole trip. That didn't stop their collective spirit from aspiring to bro greatness by drinking heavily each and every night. Up for an adventure, I joined their ranks in search of some immediate gratification. We all walked about the streets of Portland looking for a nice bar with some food and eventually settled on Henry's Tavern in the Pearl district. A burger and a few social lubricants later we were all laughing heartily as if we had known each other for ages. We passed through 2 bars before the inevitable happened; the group decided that it just wouldn't be a proper bachelor party without going to a strip club. We all stumbled 300 feet down the road to what we would later learn was the oldest nude review in all of Portland, Mary's club. RJ became the unwitting recipient of a three girl dance to the song "Girls girls girls" by Motley Crue. While he had said earlier in the night that he, "wasn't a strip club kind of guy," his hands begged to differ once inside. Too tired to continue on, I bid the group goodnight and strolled back to the hostel at 3AM.
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