Oh What a Night!

On Saturday night, I did my good deed for the year and was the dd for a bunch of drunk ladies opening weekend of deer hunting...I thought I wouldn't have any fun.

As soon as we found out there were going to be male strippers at a certain bar, we chose that as our first destination.

Walking into the bar, we noticed it was mostly men, which confused us, but we soon learned that the stripper was downstairs...yes, one stripper. We didn't let that bring us down. One great male stripper can be better than 10 mediocre ones.

You're going to think I'm quite the prude, but I actually don't like strippers, porn, even sex shops...just not my style, so I chose to stay upstairs. And my sister was kind enough to keep me company. Thank God! If heard that 65 year old woman belt out Fergie's "Big Girls Don't Cry" while jammin' on her keyboard by myself, you would have found me hanging from the rafters.

Yes there was a live band there which consisted of two AARP members...we believe they were man and wife...seems like everyone finds there soul mate.

Soon after, our friend Amber came back upstairs and informed us she was "kicked out". What??? She said the stripper kicked her out!

Apparently, this particular stripper was very touchy feely. He was up in everyone's space, dancing, rubbing, grinding on them. When he approached amber, she put her hand out and let him know she didn't want to dance. She just wanted to watch. He then sternly pointed his finger at her and said, "You go upstairs."

Apparently, you HAD to participate...who knew? So Amber chose to take her dollar upstairs and put it toward another beer. She didn't seem too upset. However, I do have to say that's just bad business on the stripper's part. In this economy, every dollar counts!

Later, another friend informed us that the stripper was dancing in the storage area of the bar, meaning all of the extra liquor, some extra game machines, and an old pool table were shoved in that room with him. In fact, he was dancing on the pool table and his music was played off of a Fischer Price CD player. This could have accounted for his bad mood. I guess I can't blame the guy for being a little snippy.

-Crabby Abby