Oracle Online

With news of ‘Ladies Night’ at hopping nightclub Myth, Yost and her friends from Target took a break from their springtime rush to get loaded and stumble around in the dark.

Yost comments further on the night saying, “We took a cab to the club at about nine, and from what I remember I broke my heel in the parking lot on the way in. Some guy with a popped collar just laughed when he saw me walk into that pothole, so I threw my other shoe at him. He was bleeding pretty bad.”
The night’s issues with men only escalated when the group of four hotties went inside.

Yost’s friend Tami Cox describes one of the many encounters. “This really sweaty Vietnam vet hobbled over to me with his fatigues on and asked me if I liked Japanimation. I was shocked when he made a sexual innuendo involving his snow blower, so I was like ‘psssh, whateva.’”

From what the group speculates, thirty drinks were consumed by the four between 9:30 and 11 p.m.

“We just got drunk so fast,” said accountant Trish Fontana, “I just gave every guy that grabbed my ass my phone number. I told them it was my cell phone number, but I think it is actually for the west Brainerd Arby’s.”

As the night went on, the alcohol wore off, and the tension ran high. Tami phallically stroked an oversize drink at the bar, telling all interested men that she was a lesbian. Trish went out for a smoke at approximately midnight and was found sleeping on a lobby couch as the group exited later that evening.

Yost and friend Gerdy Hoffman continued to dance, only to be groped and leered at by a host of men.

“I said to ze larger vones zat I had bad disease down zere and zat I vas not interested in vat ze had to say,” said Frau Hoffman, “but ze just couldn’t stop touching. Eventually, I just started kicking.”

Yost, then overly exhausted, gave in and danced. Because she wanted to. She left her friends behind. Her friends didn’t dance, and cause they didn’t dance they were no friends of hers.

The night dragged on and eventually it was time to leave; Yost, alongside Frau Hoffman, made her way to the exit.
Nearing the door, Yost was flagged down.

“The guy said ‘hey, how you doing’ in a really domineering way,” Yost said, “so I just kept walking. Then he touched my shoulder, and was like ‘Hey, I just asked you how you are doingčif you treat all people like that, you need Jesus in your life.’ I was creeped out.”

According to the two ladies, the man, who said his name was Lewis, challenged both to a drunken dance-off. It was with this blatant come-on that the group peaced.