What an amazing weekend, brothers and sisters. The Mojave Desert was in full monsoon swing, sunny and rainy, lightning and thunder. Lake Havasu was full of bikini babes, bad ass boats, and cold beers(only cold for so long). The fights on UFC were great although Benson Henderson lost to Anthony Pettis(again) and we have a new champion.
Now on to the topic at hand. Stumbling Strippers. Last night, I couldn't sleep so I decided that the strip club would help relax and loosen up. After about an hour, I was loose. On my way out, a cute blondie walking to an empty chair either lost her balance or hit a snag in the rug. Either way, she started to go down like Manny Pacquiao from a Marquez shot. I sprung into action and caught this damsel in distress before she hit the floor. Let's be honest, nobody wants to kiss the ground at a strip club, especially an extras club.
I caught her and she took a moment to get her bearings together. After thanking me, I was rewarded with a free topless. Selflessness has it's privilege.
I know that with all the years of clubbing we've all experienced, there must be plenty of Stumbing Stripper stories. Do share. .
My favorite club has a stage elevated about 5 feet above the main stage. Dancers come out on the elevated stage, usually dance above the crowd for one song, loosing their clothing, come down 6 glass stairs, then dance one song in g-string, loose that and dance the third song bar eases. Well, those stairs can be a bitch in 6 inch heels, especially if under the influence of.... On 3 occasions I've seen dancers, fall, catch themselves and on one occasion a damned fool was trying to remove her panties as she came down the stairs, caught her heel on the panties on the third step and did a full face plant from about 5 or 6 feet. Broken nose, blood, tears, shrieks, call emt's - the whole schmeer.