My best friend is a strip club connoisseur. So on a surprise bachelor party in which I kidnapped him in Kansas City and flew him to Vegas to meet up with our friends, of course we had to hit the best strip club in town. (keep in mind, I was coming from Seattle... quite the Machiavellian scheme if I do say so myself).
So we're at this bar earlier in the day. The bartender there informs us of the greatest idea ever - you put the bachelor in a white shirt (wife-beater), and get a sharpie. The idea is to see how creatively you can get each of the dancers to sign his shirt.
The place isn't cheap - we blew close to two grand for our party - but it was fun as shit.