When I was playing the hotel circuit, one town, Quincy, IL, was just a bar. So naturally the put us up at the cheapest hotel available. Flophouse upstairs from a strip joint on the corner. We drop the gear off at the bar, figure we'll stop at the strip club for a beer to unwind. Something's just not right. One comes by our table, says "Hi, how're you guys doing?" in a REAL husky voice... My arm goes around the girl lead singer "Hey, I'm engaged, but these guys are REAL lonely being on the road all this time..." Turns out there's a circuit of tranny pre-op strippers, from Quincy to Chicago.
We shoot the breeze, on their slow nights they stop at our place, on our slow nights we stop at theirs.
Our last night, got a heckler, real drunk obnixious guy. Wants to hear Lynnrd Skynnrd, we're a top-40 band. Don't know any. "Y'all don't know nothing bout no rock and roll", one thing after another.
To head off an ugly situation, I go over on our last break, buy the guy a beer and apologize. We're shooting the breeze, and in walks one of the tranny strippers.... I should explain, I have a little man inside my head that makes me do bad things sometimes....

So anyway, next thing I know, I'm telling this guy... "hey, check that chick out over there... she's a stripper from down the street.... bet if you buy "her" a few drinks you'll get lucky..."
We go back on for the last set...
I start chuckling when the guy saunters over there.... buys her a drink or two. Next thing you know they're necking at the table... And finally, JACKPOT! He's leaving the bar with "her", hand in hand... Bandmates can't figure out why I'm laughing hysterically.... too hard to explain quickly between songs... had to wait for after the gig.
Worlds worst date for a guy? When you find out your girlfriend has a bigger johnson than you do....
Randy