Malaga Tavern

It is lucky that I feel know shame otherwise I wouldn’t be admitting to going to this place. One of shaping characteristics is I make what I can out of any situation.
I’ll explain, so long story short my guy friends were going to a poker match and asked me if I wanted to go. I called around to see if I could get a better offer for my Friday night but nothing seemed to work out so I eventually agreed.
They all laughed at me in the car when I asked them how to play so they patronisingly humoured me and explained. So there I was in my pretty ol dress in Malaga tavern. The only woman apart from the girl behind the bar.
I didn’t know until I got there that there was going to be a stripper show on that night so if it wasn’t bad enough me being the only girl I was the only one in the room not suppressing a hard on. It’s times like this that I really question evolution as the men erupted like a zoo at feeding time.
I have no qualms with strippers these girls did a dam good show and were admirably flexible there was one who didn’t smile but you can’t win them all. Turns out being the only woman I was probably the least scary person in the room so I got a lot of attention from these women which made my guy friends jealous– points to me for being dragged to this hell on earth.
The food here is terrible it is in a bainmarie but stone cold and they ran out of sauce so cold wedges and dim sims tasted fairly average. I stole a chicken garlic ball from one mate and that wasn’t too bad.
The poker that Friday was no money involved but I hear that maybe Sunday is. Once the strippers left they started setting up the table and the whole place emptied like crazy and was baboon free.
Then the poker people arrived. Poker such a strange game I was on a table with men who’s mind frames when it comes to woman fits in to the 30’s not so much this day and age. But after as many drinks as I could fit in to ease the strain of where I happened to be I became the master of mind fucking. Everyone on that table hated me and for a non confrontational person it for some reason felt good. I didn’t know how to shuffle check or even what fold meant and the funny thing was they thought I was playing dumb. For some reason I just kept winning. They all hated me so much they would bet against me just to spite me and I would end up winning.
One by one all my mates on different tables were out of the game the looks on their faces as they walked past the table and saw all my chips stacked up was classic. They even all had time to go get me some fast food and come back and I was still on the table.
I ended up getting onto the champion table and soon lost all my chips which was a slight relief because I was starting to get bored. But the moral of the story is hahaahahahahaha boys.
I hope I never have to go back.
If you like looking at breasts and being amongst a tough crowd there is a show every Friday from 5.30−7.30. It is definitely one of the dodgiest places I have ever been though.