Time for sharing….Going on 20 years ago when I got divorced, a buddy of mine, Charlie, and I went to Sugars at 11 AM on like a Wednesday. I had decided to have a fire sale on everything my ex wife and I owned- house, car, furniture. This was also the first day that the house was on the market. My real estate agent was trying to show my house, but could not get in touch with me. He ended up sending his assistant, who came to get my keys, but ended up getting a few lap dances and drinks instead (They ended up selling the house to that buyer). Charlie and I spent hours with one kind, older stripper on the weekday lunch shift. We spent…. a lot. Charlie and I walked out into the bright early afternoon sunshine only to meet the manager, who was waiting outside for us. She called us a cab. We got in the cab, and had the cabbie make one round out of the parking lot, and then drop us off next door. Giggling, we snuck up to my car, only to find the manager sitting on my car hood, again waiting for us. Not her first rodeo, and thank God for her. She called another cab. Got home and piled all of my exs clothes together, and urinated all over them, while stirring them with a coat hanger (see revenge of the nerds for the inspiration). It was at that point, I knew I was gonna be ok. Everyone needs a buddy named Charlie, who is down for that lunchtime strip club when you need it.