Men, Stay Out!

Every now and then, I clean the dirt from my nails, bite my tongue from crass jokes, and try to fit into polite society. My girlfriend Gigi is only going to be in town for another week and a half so I invited her to hangout with my sister and I at the Tower Club.
We managed to snag the best seat in the house:
The view in this place is just crazy good, even the view from the ladies restroom is absolutely stunning (this is the window in the stall, each stall comes with this view, and the toilet faces the window):The funny thing is, the men’s room don’t have nearly as good of a view (or so I’ve heard) and there’s this sign right outside of the ladies’ room:Check it out, I have actual hair (for now anyhow) and not pigtails:You know how you can tell when you've been hanging around guys too much? When we were hanging out in Belltown Billiards later in the night, some hot (more than) half-naked go-go dancers appeared next to our group. Not only did I make some God Of War + VG Cats comic reference to the ladies' ladies. I instinctively shouted, "Thank you, ladies! And thank you, God, for bringing us the ladies!" The guy next to me said, "What are you doing inside my head? Are you reading my mind? Did I just think out loud?"