By Venues on Thursday, January 31, 2013 - 10:07 am: Edit |
Memo Club is mentioned in 2008/08 Loso in Addis Ababa
quote:The Memo Club has a large outside terrace with a restaurant. The disco is dominated by a circular hardwood dance floor. Tons of girls were out on a busy Friday night. Body types ranging from petite to big booty. Great variety in hair styles. Many of the girls were cute, but I couldn’t spot any real stunners.
I ordered a beer and stood by the bar. Quite a few girls approached me - they weren’t my type. When I moved to the dance floor, I was molested by Jerry. With curly reddish hair, she looked really exotic. I danced with her for a while, but it was too early to commit myself. Jerry soon latched herself onto another punter...
My favorite girl had an exquisite face and straight hair, curling up near the ends. She was with an Ethiopian guy. A tall beauty standing by the bar also attracted my attention. She was talking to another faranji, but smiling at me...
I headed back to the dance floor and was surprised when the object of my affection rubbed her body against mine. I bought Betty a drink. As we were dancing by the side of the dance floor, Betty was constantly... watching TV.TV addicts are generally bad news, so I cut Betty loose and went back on the prowl...
The crowd started thinning. I spotted a few possible maybes, but couldn’t make my mind up. Finally, Betty launched another charm offensive. She wanted to go with me, but asked for 100 USD. I just started laughing and said: “Bye bye!”
A petite beauty walked in late. When I tried to strike up a conversation with her, Betty was quick to interject. Alisa was a friend of hers...
Betty wouldn’t let go. When she asked how much I was willing to pay, I offered her 300 ETB LT. She countered with 500 ETB and wouldn’t accept 400 ETB. It was almost 4 AM by now and I didn’t want to end up alone. I agreed to pay Betty 500 ETB, but made a very clear deal with her. Since I was getting fed up with girls waking me up early, I insisted we sleep until afternoon. And, of course, I wanted her to cure my “morning hard-on”.Betty agreed...