A dirty, rainy night in Gorst...
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Btw, the WigWam is also located in Gorst.
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Yes I know. Pre-Covid, I kicked around the idea of having a HH get together there.RoadDawg55 said:Btw, the WigWam is also located in Gorst.
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It was either @yobates or @steelheader2RoadDawg55 said:
I went out to Hood Canal in 2008 or 2009 with a couple of friends. We went on a boat, drank, etc. The typical shit you do when on the water. It was not a rainy night in Gorst.DerekJohnson said:I told the story years ago, either on here or on the old Facebook private group I was on before I left Facebook.
But I went to Toys on literally one dark and rainy night in 2008 while staying in Belfair and working on Dawgs of War. The only other strip club I had been to was in Montreal when I was Best Man at my friend's wedding in 2002. The women there were amazingly beautiful, every ethnicity you can imagine. A+ lovely. Everything was first class, as far as a place like that can go. The most amazing desi girl seated on my lap and smelling of jasmine.
But when I wandered into Toys that one rainy night in 2008... Hardly anyone in there. Everything felt old, outdated and dreary. A couple girls were dancing. Someone, whether the owner or manager, came over to talk to me, and encouraged me to take so-and-so into a private room. She was standing right there and I didn't want her to feel rejected, so I said okay. We went into this small room or booth, and she started writhing and trying to be sexy. But lets just say she wasn't my type and I wasn't the least bit turned on. She was making eye contact with me while dancing, and all I could think was "She's obviously had a rough life. Where's dad?"
Nothing happened, I overtipped her and I left, never to return
Roughly five years later... By now I have Hardcore Husky up and running. Pup is spinning his yarn about the black stripper at Toys and the legendary Quilcene Oyster Pump n Dump, etc. Gave Toys a whole new meaning for me.
Yes I know, cool story bro
On our way back, the cop lights went off behind us. The cop ended up pulling someone over well in front of us. My buddy driving was probably fine, but it spooked him a little bit and he pulled over and said he needed to sober up for another hour or two. We ended up going to Toys Topless. I had seen it from the freeway for years and had always wondered what it was like in there.
It’s a seedy place, but it was fun enough. One stripper had possibly the grossest vagina I’ve ever seen. I felt bad about laughing but couldn’t help it.
We stayed for an hour or so and left because another friend got into an argument and a near scuffle with a local. I can’t remember what it was about. Good times. -
I really have no reason to visit Seattle anymore if I can't go to pups gorstRoadDawg55 said:
It’s not there anymore. Been gone for awhile. I was both proud and ashamed that I had also been to the place where Pup supposedly met the black stripper.DoogmanRefund said:
Is that place still there?DerekJohnson said:
Most of my family lived in Bainbridge, Kingston, or Sequim when I was a kid. We made the drive around the sound at least one way on pretty much every holiday. My parents never explained to me as an early reader why we could never stop at the toy store on the way to grandma’s house. -
I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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It's real and it's not spectacular.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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I went through Gorst on my way to Gag Harbor in 2013 once. I think it was pre Puppy's delusional sexcapade stories though
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It exists. It’s were @DerekJohnson frequents the local haunts on dark and rainy nights to listen to improvisational noodling jazz and sip absinthe. On week nights in the summer he attends slam poetry events there while sampling rare and hard to get local ciders.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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Your post started strong but then faded badly like a Sarkisian defense in the fourth quarterMikeDamone said:
It exists. It’s were @DerekJohnson frequents the local haunts on dark and rainy nights to listen to improvisational noodling jazz and sip absinthe. On week nights in the summer he attends slam poetry events there while sampling rare and hard to get local ciders.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
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It really isn’t. It’s a small stretch between Bremerton and Belfair. I just looked it up and it’s less than a half mile.GrundleStiltzkin said:I will not accede to the assertion that Gorst is a real place.
