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| - It would appear that the impending trip to Vegas has everyone reflecting on trips of old. This is a review I need to write now, because I don't know when I'll be in the company of so many hot nekked men again. I also figure that this place doesn't change. Just the men do.
Never fear, you can come here if you are a man...even if you are a straight one. There are ladies downstairs. BUT....for all you ladies going to Vegas, for all you ladies who want to get a look at the "goods" if you will, the upstairs is filled with men in banana hammocks, and combat boots. Bachelorette parties galore, cuz i don't know why you would come here otherwise, this place caters to those ready to settle down and their desperate, silly drunk girlfriends.
This place is cleaner than most other strip clubs I've been to. I mean I'm no expert on strip clubs, but I've been to a few. Its worth the cover you pay, cuz i cant remember the last time I laughed that hard. If you are lucky you wont remember most of the experience anyway, cuz you mind will be in an alcohol filled haze. Trust me, you might want to be there...otherwise it could be traumatic. Banana hammocks can cause permanent retinal damage if looked at and remembered.
Last time I was there, there was this not so attractive, long haired gentleman shaking his money-maker and wearing his man thong, and I thought he looked familiar. My first thought was, "did we used to date cuz i swear I've seen him naked" and then when I KNEW that idea was just ridiculous, I realized that i HAD seen him naked, but it had been years prior in San Diego at my sorority house. (start laughing now...yes, I was in a sorority) I did not pay for another lap dance from him...he wasn't cute in SD, and he sure wasn't hot in Vegas.....but we managed to find another attractive dude amongst the gaggle of hot half nekked guys to mount my to-be-married friend.
I'm pretty sure most the strippers are not into women, because with all of the bumping and grinding they are required to do to make the ladies giggle in the booth, they never seem to get aroused. I find that a bit odd, but its honestly probably for the best. Lord knows i don't want to feel ANYTHING against my leg while someone is dry humping me for cash.
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