Ah the things you learn about co-workers when you travel together.
So I'm on this week long thing with this guy. For several days, it's your typical business trip. Small hotels, fast food and crappy sit-down restaurants, boredom, angst and a desire to be home.
Eventually, we end up in glorious and scenic Shreveport Louisiana. And about 2 blocks from our hotel room is the Hustler Club, a strip club owned by Larry Flynt.
Now, I'm not much one for strip clubs. I like T&A, but I basically refuse to pay for any form of affection or sexual gratification. But this guy I'm with reeaaaaalllllllyyyy wants to hit the town and drink and have a good time. So I go to the club with him.
After about 2 beers and 2 hours, I've seen all the dancers and, being me, I'm kinda bored with the whole scene. (I mean, if I'm not going home with them..../yawn, I'd rather be gaming/sleeping. Maybe internet porn has just really desensitized me.)
I leave about 10:30 pm and head back to the hotel. This guy I'm with though? Spends a total of 7 hours in the strip club, 8pm to 3am. By the time I leave, he's up 5 or 6 beers to my 2.
He stumbles back in at 3:30am (after I've been asleep for hours, since, you know, WE HAVE WORK TO DO STARTING AT 8AM.) He blew $1,000 for 3 hours worth of a private room. He blew so much money, and was so drunk, he had strippers texting him the next day asking him to come back and spend more money.
Seriously, a sucker is born everyday and alcohol fucking wrecks your judgment. For that kind of money, he could have gotten a nice, classy call girl and spent aaaalllll night with her. Instead he's now a VIP at Hustler Clubs across the nation. Cue a drunk guy at 3:30, shouting in a darkened room going "FUCK, I can't believe I spent a thousand fucking dollars on STRIPPERS. *crash* *clink as he opens another beer*"
Bonus points: He spent about 3 hours sleeping off a hang over in the car while I was on-site working, and our clients were laughing/face palming at it. I love my co-workers, but fuck me, there are some things I'd rather not have known. For example, how little self-control some of them have when they're turned loose in a strange city.