Just another Monday night at the strip club …

My reasons for never having been to a strip club never had anything to do with upstanding morals or judgments or values. Nope. The reason I’d never been to a strip club is it seems like every time it came up as a possibility – someone in my group (always a female) would shoot down the idea, claiming we could go over her dead body or some other threat that would then lead to a “fine, fine, we’ll do something else.”

Last summer Chris and I talked about strip clubs and it turns out he’d never been either. Really? I thought all guys had gone to strip clubs by the time they were in their early 20s. But that sealed it – we had to go together. Susan and Alan agreed, saying they would buy us lap dances. So we tried one night after the other bars closed – and found out the hard way the strip clubs closed at the same time. Bummer!

Summer came and went and other things took priority. We laughed at the name of the Athens strip club – Toppers – and jokingly suggested it to Colleen once, who thought it must be a pizza place. Toppers, get it?

Chris heard talk around town that this was not the cream of the crop as far as strip clubs go. In fact, the  reason there was no cover on Monday nights was because that’s when the ugliest girls worked – the girls with [insert favorite deformity joke here.]. Tuesday nights were $1 cover because they were the second-ugliest girls, and so on until you get to Friday or Saturday.

But it just happened to be a quiet Monday evening in Athens when Chris and I were bar hopping a few weeks ago and decided that if we were ever going to stop talking about it and just do it – why not now? We’d been drinking enough at all the other bars that it just seemed like an excellent idea.

Entering the strip club

We walked into the bar and showed our IDs to the girl behind the counter. “This is our first time at a strip club!” I proclaimed tipsily (is that a word?)

“Yeah, we’re here to see the, um, Monday night girls,” Chris added – and I shushed him immediately.

“What was that?” the woman asked.

“Be nice!” I said under my breath.

“What? Haha,” he answered, and we dipped out of her sight before she could toss us out of there.

Made a stop at the ATM for $30 – dances cost $10, so we figured that’s one dance each plus tip money.

Of course, we had no clue what we were actually doing …

The club

We walked inside and my first thought was that we were on set for The Sopranos. I have no idea why the bar reminded me of the strip club on the show so much, but it did. Probably because the stage was right there – I didn’t expect it to be that close. We made a beeline for the bar and ordered beers – that much, we knew how to do. I went to the bathroom after that and Chris said while I was gone a girl came to him and offered him a private dance, which he turned down. Why couldn’t that have happened while I was there? So unfair. I miss everything.

When I got out we took a seat one row back from the stage to try to figure out how this whole thing worked. And what I saw were – the girls were pretty. All this talk about Monday night girls being so ugly and deformed really was uncalled for – they were beautiful girls! So what if most of them have small boobs – is that how beauty is defined? If so, I take offense!

We watched the girls dancing on stage and approaching various people (all guys) to put their boobs in their face. This didn’t really seem all that exciting, so we weren’t jumping at the thought of taking a front-row seat.  The money for the lap dances was burning a hole in our pockets but we were rooted in our “safe” seats one row back – neither of us sure what happens next.

What happened next was last call. We were only there about 20 minutes. So we decided to come back another day to spend our lap-dance money, and we slipped out, pretty much unnoticed.

After the club

I think we need to go back to say we’ve really experienced a strip club. I felt too much like I was watching one on TV more than a participant. Next time, we need to go earlier – and next time, we need to bring more money. I was almost scared to ask for anything because of the embarrassment if it costs more than I had! I think Susan and Alan need to accompany, show us the ropes …

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Read Chris’ account of our adventures here.

7 creative and well informed people commented on “ Just another Monday night at the strip club … ”

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  2. Chris says:

    Awesome fun night! I agree though, we do need Susan and Alan to join us.
    .-= Chris´s last blog ..My first strip club experience =-.

  3. Heather says:

    I’ll try to find where I wrote the name of the place, but one time my friends and I met Edwin McCain, and he was telling some of the stories behind some of his songs, and in “Beautiful Life,” he sings about “eating breakfast at the strip-bar.” Apparently, when he visited New York City, some friends of his insisted that they take him to breakfast because they new the best place in the whole city, and it turned out to be a strip club, but he said it really was the best food he’d ever had.
    .-= Heather´s last blog ..Jonathan Livingston Sea-Chicken =-.

  4. Justin says:

    Ugh, straight women at the strip club. You see us at our lowest point and we don’t want you there to see it. Conduct social experiments elsewhere please :)

  5. JessAnn says:

    When I lived in the Okla most of my friends worked in a strip club (mostly as waitresses, bouncers, or DJs). (I worked 3rd shift at one of two 24 hour restaurants, don’t judge.) From the sounds of your story compared to some they had, you got out easy. The one time I went to the strip bar (I was picking up a friend from work, and showed up just before last call) there was an older man in the front row masturbating. That was the first and last time I went to a strip bar.
    .-= JessAnn´s last blog ..60 in 60: Day 2-Sugar Cookies =-.

  6. Jason says:

    For the record, Toppers IS a pizza place in Charlotte…it’s right around the corner from my house.

  7. EDW says:

    I’ve never been to a strip club here, but I did go to one in Vancouver. Apparently, women go there. Like, all women at age 18 go – it’s just a thing. I was sort of shocked to learn this. We went to the one Bon Jovi frequented and thanked on the Slippery When Wet album – it’s famous. And boring. Like, nothing exciting. I’ve seen more racy stuff on TV. No approaching, really, either. Maybe that’s why women go in Canada!
    .-= EDW´s last blog ..If you can’t risk betrayal it just sits on a shelf =-.

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