April kicked off with a bang at the Marilyn Night Club, thanks to a wild April Fools’ party. Now, how exactly do you picture such an event in a strip club? First of all: vibes, baby, vibes! Rule number one at Marilyn’s: be open-minded and have a damn good time. This is the kind of place where everything really is about you—and that’s not even an exaggeration.
There aren’t many clubs where you feel this good night after night. The April Fools’ celebration was just as fun and high-quality as all their other events. No two nights are ever the same; there’s always something special going on. And on Thursdays? Always something extra. So yeah, keep an eye on the events calendar!
Now, the actual origin of April Fools’ Day? A total mystery. One theory says it comes from ancient Celtic traditions. The Celts, it seems, were big fans of cheerful springtime festivals that ran from early April right into summer. Honestly, sounds like my kind of people.
Another idea ties it to French King Charles IX, who in 1564 decided to move New Year’s Day from April 1st to January 1st. People still gave gifts in April out of habit, but after the change, those gifts became kind of… ridiculous. And voilà—silly presents for a silly day!
Personally, I’m all for the Celtic version.
A few years ago, I was in Dublin for St. Patrick’s Day. And let me tell you—it was probably the craziest celebration I’ve ever been part of. Okay, so it wasn’t on April 1st, but still. My friends and I literally timed our trip around the holiday. The Irish? They do not mess around when it comes to partying. The whole city was electric.
Rule one: wear green. Doesn’t matter if it’s just a scarf or full leprechaun cosplay—something green is non-negotiable. Hardcore partygoers go green from head to toe. Rule two: bring your party face. We landed early in the morning, checked into the hotel, and hit the streets immediately. You could feel the excitement in the air.
The St. Patrick’s Parade kicks off at noon, and if you want a good view, you better claim your spot early. Trust me—you do want to see it. Over 4,000 performers, insane floats, and the kind of theatrical energy that makes Broadway look like community theater. The whole thing is steeped in Irish folklore, and it’s just magical.
The streets are packed, every single pub is overflowing, and Irish folk music blasts from every corner. And oh boy—the outfits. Cold weather? Please. Irish girls don’t care. I saw some seriously bold green fashion choices. We’re talking fishnet tights, garters, metallic green heels—the works.
The party doesn’t stop when the sun goes down either. Around nightfall, we realized our buddy Levi had vanished. No one could remember the last time we saw him—probably thanks to the steady Guinness and whiskey refills all day. We tried calling, but he wasn’t answering. So naturally, we headed back to the hotel, hoping he’d be there.
Nope. He wasn’t.
Mild panic set in. We even sobered up a bit. Now, I’m not scared of many people, but Levi’s wife? She’s on that list. She barely let him come with us and made it very clear that if anything happened, we’d be personally responsible. And well… let’s just say Levi’s not exactly known for his survival instincts.
Mission: find Levi. Should be easy, right? Just locate one guy in a sea of drunk tourists. In hindsight, maybe having another drink “to calm our nerves” wasn’t the smartest plan. We got stuck in a really fun pub (whoops), and probably missed a few calls. Turns out Levi did call, but we were too busy belting out Irish pub songs to notice.
When we finally tried to call him back, his phone was dead. Great. Now it was properly nighttime, so we made our way back to the hotel, feeling slightly defeated.
And what do we see at the gate?
A group of 8–10 very jolly, very green people singing their hearts out—with Levi right in the middle of them like some kind of folk hero.
To this day, Levi swears it was one of the best parties of his life. Says we all had a blast with the Irish. And we’ve never corrected him. Truth is, he partied with the Irish. We were running around like headless chickens looking for him.
But hey, we all made it home with great stories and no permanent damage. And when Levi brings up some vague memory from that night and asks, “Remember that? That was amazing, right?”—we just nod and say, “Yeah, man. Totally.”
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