This Is Birthday Money!

I was highly disappointed when I looked at the clock at about 10:30/11, looked around The Club and noticed that there was NO ONE friggin' there.  I mean, people were there, but this wasn't a normal Friday.  Usually, Fridays POP HARD starting at like 9:30; this Friday didn't start jumpin until about 12/12:30.  It was like bartending in the Twilight Zone.  At a certain point, I got worried that the most remarkable thing I would have to write about would be that absolutely nothing remarkable happened.  

But then...

Someone started feeling that LIQUid Courage kick in.  (Ya'll know what I'm talkin about).  You know, when that liquor hits your system and you start feeling invincible, unconquerable; unstoppable?  You start feeling like doing something crazy, something you've always wanted to do, but never quite had the guts for.  ...You start feeling like getting up on stage at the strip club and taking your clothes off!  

...Yeah.

This chick was out celebrating her birthday with her friends and after drinking Patron Margaritas and Blue Motorcycles (also known as Blue Motherfuckers, Blue Things, or "That Blue Jo'nt"), two of them got a li'l bold.  They decided that they no longer wanted to tip the strippers; they wanted to be the strippers.  So they hopped their happy selves on stage and, well, amateur night came a second time this week.  (But as happy as they were to jump on stage, when it came to actually getting naked, they needed a little coaxing from the owner, who took over as DJ for a while).  

I turned to Li'l Mama, shaking my head and laughing, "everybody's trying to be a stripper."  And it's true.  From the stripper workout classes targeted at soccer moms bored with their lives to Beyonce's choreography in her videos, the stripper has become a symbol for the woman who is completely free with, and revels in, the power of her sexuality.  She's carefree, confident, sassy-yet-laid back.  The stripper is not a woman to be scorned and looked down upon for "disrespecting/cheapening" herself, she's a woman to be admired for her cool confidence.  Somewhere, deep down (maybe not even that deep), every woman wants to take the stage (literally or not) and command the attention of the entire room with pure, raw sexual power.  Her power.  It's intoxicating.

One of the dancers (one of the ones who works at The Club officially) actually admitted, "yeah, I dance because I get off on all the attention.  I love it.  It's getting kind of boring, but I do it for the kicks."

And actually, yeah, I have thought about getting on stage a couple of times (not seriously, although the prospect of making $1,000 a night is tempting), and actually, yeah, if I did... I'd have to say the reason would be, "I love attention."  I'll be the first person to call myself on it: Nikki, you are an attention whore.  And you know what?  I don't see anything wrong with it.  If you're can do something, do it: if you can put on show, baby, put it on!  (Er, take it off?)

QUOTE OF THE NIGHT:

The owner of The Club, in DJ mode told one of the Birthday Strippers that he would tip her $100 for her birthday if she got completely naked.  The alcohol took a while to get her inhibitions low enough for it, but eventually she did.  True to his word, he told her:

"Come on up here and get your prize for that birthday pussy!"