For my centennial mark, I would...

For my centennial mark, I would like to honor the ladies of Exposed.

One Friday afternoon, a partner in crime and I decided to visit this fine establishment for some, well, fine entertainment.

Let me start from the bottom up, that is, after all, how I check out strippers. The ladies of Exposed know their shoes. I'm talking clear, 5-inch platforms, reminiscent of those worn by the women in the Cathouse. (I've never been there. I have HBO) This little detail is important to me because if the lady on stage/on my lap has ugly shoes, it bothers me. I get obsessed, and that's no fun.