My parents joined that club during my young years, which coincided with a racquetball boom. The place had a child care room, which seemed pretty sweet at the time with games and TV. However, it was not very well moderated and a young good dolphin took his younger brother and went exploring through the rest of the club. We happened into the women's locker room. Now no one gave us a second look because we were just kids, however I still remember being amazed at what I saw, even though I really had no clue what I was looking at. Raging stiffy ensued. I remember thinking that I was like Pinocchio, except when I did something I was not supposed to do, my joint grew.

These are my insights into why I am the way I am today.

And here's a bump for the racquetball story. Well done, TM.

story is 100% truth, including that Pinocchio analogy...I can still kind of picture one of the women bending over in front of a long row of sinks to get closer to the mirror so that she could apply eyeliner.

In a less erotic scene from the club, one day my brother and I got into a fight. I chased him and he ran out of the room. The carpeting was very slippery and I chased him into some cubist type of furniture. He split the skin between his lip and nose. They had to go try to find my parents but I was still at the age where when someone asked for my parents name I could still only answer "mom and dad". So, these kids are panicking, knowing they weren't doing their job watching me, my brother is a bloody mess wailing in pain and I'm standing there wondering what shitstorm is going to befall me.

I loved Entourage's beef wellington appetizer.

Yeah I'm pretty sure they still had that furniture in 1999, but the women were few and far between. At least the heterosexual ones under 40.

lots of browns and oranges used in decorating the place...like an old school burger king or san diego padre executive suite

I knew I didn't like the 70s style even when I was living through it

Was at a place called Entourage in Schaumburg about 5 years ago. Great place that has since closed.

Took a woman I had been dating for about a year. We headed to the bar first. After ordering our drinks, I notice a guy at the other end of the bar wearing a baseball hat backwards with about 5 or 6 empty rocks glasses in front of him. Dude was enjoying himself. Upon further review, it was Todd "Hang Time" Sauerbrun.

While this wasn't a jacket/tie place, it was definitely notches above wearing a goddamn baseball hat, regardless of whether it was facing front or back. I muttered to my date that it was in fact Sauerbrun. She couldn't have cared less.

As it turns out, every time I would face my date to talk, my back would be to him. At which point, he would motion to my date to come over and sit by him. How do I know these gestures were directed at my date? There wasn't anyone else on our side of the bar. It got to be so awkward that the bartender apologized to us. This came as news to me, as I was unaware of his drunken advances. He got more and more aggressive about it too. At one point, he upped the ante with the hand gestures and mouthed something to the effect of how he wanted to have relations with her.

When the bartender apologized, I asked for what. When she told me about what was going on, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. However, I was in my early 40s at the time, and definitely not as drunk as Sauerbrun was, so I wasn't about to escalate the situation. Oh, and he was still in pretty good shape and would've easily kicked my ass. So, there's that too.

Long story longer...they cut off Sauerbrun but didn't call him a cab. They allowed him to drive home. Nice! I was told this by the manager, who also came over to us once we were seated and apologized. I got a gift card for the trouble, but the place closed before I could use it.

True story...

Pictures of the woman?

My parents joined that club during my young years, which coincided with a racquetball boom. The place had a child care room, which seemed pretty sweet at the time with games and TV. However, it was not very well moderated and a young good dolphin took his younger brother and went exploring through the rest of the club. We happened into the women's locker room. Now no one gave us a second look because we were just kids, however I still remember being amazed at what I saw, even though I really had no clue what I was looking at. Raging stiffy ensued. I remember thinking that I was like Pinocchio, except when I did something I was not supposed to do, my joint grew.

These are my insights into why I am the way I am today.

My parents joined that club during my young years, which coincided with a racquetball boom. The place had a child care room, which seemed pretty sweet at the time with games and TV. However, it was not very well moderated and a young good dolphin took his younger brother and went exploring through the rest of the club. We happened into the women's locker room. Now no one gave us a second look because we were just kids, however I still remember being amazed at what I saw, even though I really had no clue what I was looking at. Raging stiffy ensued. I remember thinking that I was like Pinocchio, except when I did something I was not supposed to do, my joint grew.

These are my insights into why I am the way I am today.

You are the oldest dolphin?