Age to Stop
oaktree
Florida
Does anyone think there is an age at which one is too old to go to a strip club? Or does age just not matter as long as the clubber enjoys watching the dancersstrip and getting lap dances? Do the strippers care? Do other customers care? I assume management is happy to get whatever money it can from whoever.
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Something to look foreward to.
Posted December 20, 2011 (Last Comment: March 16, 2012)
It began when my crazy friend decided that my dad, Charles, and another friend’s equally ancient father, Al, had been spending too much time nodding off in front of their TV sets. She thought it would be nice to spice up their lives with a birthday celebration that would include an outing to the nearest gentleman's club.
So off we went to Mr. J’s, an unobtrusive-looking Santa Ana bar, on a Sunday afternoon to catch the first show of the day. The timing was perfect, as far as we were concerned. There were the three of us (two daughters and their crazy friend), the two elderly gents and a club empty of everyone except dancers, bartender and bouncer.
The dads rolled into the club, literally: Al sitting in his wheelchair and my dad steering his walker. Everyone looked our way, but if our little oddball parade surprised anyone, they didn’t show it. We noticed some smiles, but the staff was professional, if that’s what one would call it.
The dads took a spin down to the stage, where they parked at the edge waiting for the show to begin. We sat several rows back, unsure what to expect.
Then the lights lowered and dancers began appearing onstage, strutting sexily, snaking around a pole and doing slow strip-teases. The dads weren’t sleepy this afternoon. They were laughing and nudging each other’s arms.
But my crazy friend thought they were missing out on part of the traditional strip club routine. So she pulled some $1 bills out of her wallet, and handed them forward to the dads.
Both put the bills in their pockets.
“No,” she said, “they’re for the girls. Give them to the girls.” They looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language. Two Depression-era guys with a couple of extra dollars that appeared out of the blue? No way would they give them away.
My friend kept on trying. She asked each of them which dancer he liked (both chose Cheyenne) and announced she was buying them each a lap dance. My dad, the birthday boy, would be first. He put aside the walker and stood up, his arms outstretched.
Cheyenne wasn’t sure what was going on. Neither were we. Then my dad stepped in close and began gliding her around the club in a Viennese waltz. He had a grin the size of Texas.
Other parties were held for him that year, including a large family-and-friends gathering. He enjoyed them all. But I never saw that same smile again.
The day after our trip to Mr. J’s, the three of us took Dad out to lunch. “Did you have fun yesterday?” Al’s daughter asked. “I really did,” my dad said. “I don’t quite remember why. But I had a very good time, indeed.”
All strippers I have ever talked to care about only one thing... dead presidents!
I'm hoping it'll be 19 over 127 for me (at that age she'll have to be on top).
Just make sure your fave has a black G-string to put on the moment her role transitions to that of mourner.
And as a not-so-young strip club habitué myself, I absolutely believe that there's no maximum age for SC visitors. There are much worse places to buy the farm than the Champagne Room!
I've discussed testosterone replacement therapy with my Doc and she points out that I still test in the "normal range" and possible side effects aren't good for some of my chronic conditions. So, I'm slowing down on my visits ( also because I usually preference OTC anyway) but I certainly hope I'll be Viking strip clubs 10 years from now.