Bingo, Beefcakes, and Motorboats

This weekend was my friend Kelly's birthday.  Kelly wanted to go gambling at the local casino and then go dancing at the casino's club.  Actually, what she REALLY wanted to do, was go see Thunder From Down Under at the casino.  That Aussie male dance troupe?  But they were sold out.  So naturally, we played bingo instead.

However, after bingo, the Thunder guys were at the dance club.  We had front row seats to watch all the drunk thirty/forty-something women throwing themselves at the guys.  Have you ever seen a group of drunken cougars trying to seductively grind on a bunch of young beefcakes?  Hilarious.  One woman was seriously wearing bifocals.

The highlight of the evening was when one of the guys motorboated a woman wearing a bustier.  You know what a motorboat is?  When the guy smooshes his face in the woman's boobs, moves his head back and forth, while making a motorboat sound with his lips.  Yeah, klassy.  Then,  (I swear I am not making ANY of this up), the woman's girl friend gets pulled over (she is also wearing a bustier), and the guy does a DOUBLE motorboat.  The women were cheering and woo-hooing while our entire table watched in horror/amusement.  At one point, the dude looked up and saw us watching.  Later, as he was leaving, he stopped by our table to say hi and/or insult us.  I'm not sure which.  It was mostly incoherent because he was drunk too, but I did catch him saying something about how we stole our land from the Indians.  Did I mention that we were in an Indian casino at the time?  Uh, we all went to high school with a ton of tribal Native Americans, and that's just not something you say, especially on their turf.  But I guess the Aborigines must have just willingly handed over their land, right?