Saturday my girlfriend Nicole took me to see Chippendale's at the Rio. She had won two free tickets and wanted another sober woman to giggle with.
Those who know me know that I'm incapable of giggling. I move straight from smile to explosive guffaw. Luckily there were plenty of drunken women seated around me to drown out my laughter with cat-calls and screams.
Chippendales was clearly choreographed by a gay man. Listen, tiger, my idea of a money shot and your idea of a money shot are, well, 180 degrees from one another, shall we say. I saw plenty of buttocks, but nothing (crap, my dad reads this), erm, else.
Nicole leaned over to me and said "It's really too bad they have to use the banana hammocks, isn't it?"
-Guffaw-
My comment throughout the show (I had several, but I don't remember them) was "I hope they Lysol that trampoline down after every show, because, eww..."
They had soldier, cowboy, street thug, fireman, motorcycle repairman, nerd (yeah!), and wall street executive costumes (all seamed with velcro for easy removal, of course). It was really campy and dumb. But hey, it was free.
It strikes me that men like to go to strip clubs because seeing women in the buff shaking their junk at them is exciting. But women seeing men shake their junk at them find it a little creepy and gross.
And besides, my chippendale fireman guy had way too much stubble on his chest to make dancing with him enjoyable.
Nicole wished she had a picture of that for the baby book.
Posted by Jen at November 21, 2005 9:13 AM