Today’s plan of attack: Bachelor Party!
My brother-in-law has decided to ignore my years of strife and has elected to marry the woman of his dreams. So, we’re heading out tonight for an adventure of epic proportions. Drinks, fun, and with luck… the nudie bar.
Strip clubs crack me up. If you’ve never been to one before, let me explain how things work….
The sign outside proclaims “50 beautiful women and 3 ugly ones”. Every time I’ve been there it’s been ugly night. You pay the doorman $20 to get in, then you have to buy a drink ($4 each). The drink selections in Spokane are as follows: non-alcoholic beer or coke (they can’t sell alcohol in the strip clubs here). You have to buy a new drink every 20 – 30 minutes or they’ll toss you out (whether you’ve finished the first one or not). There’s a stage with two poles where the girls “dance”. If you’re sitting around the stage, you need to throw money at them (dollar bills… no change) or you’ll be asked to move further back. In the seating away from the stage, the girls walk along and offer “couch dances”. If you go for it, you give her whatever price she asks ($10 – $40) and she bounces on your lap until the current song ends or both your legs are so bruised that you’ll never walk again (some of these girls are a little heavy).
There’s a huge difference between male and female strip shows. When it’s a male review and the crowd is full of women, there’s lots of screaming, laughing, and jumping up and down. The male dancer (they actually dance) doesn’t take off all his clothes. If a woman is “dancing” for an audience of men, everything is very, VERY quiet. The crowd reminds you of a pack of wolves staring at a rabbit.
I’ve never really seen the sense in going. You pay money to stare at a woman you cant touch (and probably don’t want to) so that you can get good and frustrated and then go home alone. It would be much more efficient if you just walked in and pay the door man $50 to place your penis on a block of wood and smack it with a ball peen hammer.
*WHAM*
But that’s just my opinion.