" I replied." I replied. "But you don't know anyone here, you'll probably never meet any of these people again." he countered. "Good point, Promise you won't tell anyone ever." He quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress, and when she came, he ordered another round and asked her if she could send the manager over so I could sign up for the contest. The manager was late thirties, early forties, with a slightly receding hair line. "Great, now do you want to join the contest?" I shook my head yes. "Okay, now I need to double check your I.D. again (we had been carded as we entered). I showed him my driver's license. "Looks okay, now here is an application. Fill it out and I'll take you back stage. You won't be allowed back stage (he had turned to Craig) though. One of the girls will help you get set. We have extra costumes and they'll explain the rules and tricks. There are five other girls tonight and they are already back there getting ready. You'll go on last to give you time to complete the form and get ready. I'll be back in a minute to pick this up and take you back there." He left the table and talked with the bartender. The application was pretty straight forward. It just wanted basic information (name, address, etc.). Most of it was taken up with a disclaimer relieving the bar of any responsibility for about anything that might happen. My hand shook as I signed it. The manager returned and I handed him the form. I left Craig and followed the manager back stage. Some of the men turned and looked as we walked to the door. Another girl was on so they didn't look long. Backstage were a couple of small rooms. The first, he called it the costume room, had three racks of exotic looking clothes. |