My First Ever Adventure to the Strip Club

I went to a strip club for the first time yesterday. I thought my friend, Nora, said "free boozies" on the phone, and -- hey, whadda ya know? -- it turned out to be "free boobies" at the Acropolis.

To describe my experience there, there were some women with LARGE boobs that looked more like a strain to the back to me than a sexually attractive and aesthetically pleasing (uh, I suppose) physical feature. Then again, I AM a girl, after all, so I guess I'm coming from a more realistic perspective than the men at the joint, who were completely fixated upon those round, bouncy and apparently squishy body parts.

There was also this hardcore looking lady, who had lots of tattoos and looked like she was about to go on a killing spree with her giant heels, but was very skilled on the pole. She was kinda scaring me, so I took a few peeks while hidding behind my buddy, Greg. When I saw that she could hoist herself up along with her heels of impressive size, and then skid down while doing the "Number 6 Spread Eagle", I was tempted to give her a tip just because it was almost like watching the USA gymnastics team perform ... only less innocent.

The food was ok ... for only $4 dollars an 8oz steak. The lot of us discussed Bush's economic policies and the origins of Oregon's excessive number of strip joints and micro brews per capita while dining at a strip club -- yes, we stuck out. All in all, it was quite the educational adventure.