“Over The Hill Party”

A Visit to the Male Strippers: True story

Years ago, when I turned forty, my friends surprised me with an Over the Hill 40th Birthday Party.  There was a two-layer cake with black frosting and a gravestone candle, a black bottle of champagne, and a black T-shirt with this printed across the front:

“Over The Hill?  What Hill?  I Didn’t See a Hill”

They followed this up by whisking me away for another surprise: a car trip to a Chippendales Club for a tasteful performance by the famous Chippendale male strippers. 

I must have been very naïve in those days, or raised in a protective bubble, because a strip club for women was something new and shocking to me.  I never knew there was a place you could go where there was so much action without ANY action.

We were small dots in a sea of female faces. Everything was eerily distorted by bright strobe lights set to sexy music that was boldly seductive, and LOUD.  But then it had to be loud to be heard above all of the screaming women: 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM)   “Take it OFF! Shake it HERE!” 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM)   “Shake it, Ooo baby! Take it ALL off!” 

(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM)  … the music went while tan, muscled, and sexy young studs humped and ground well-packed G-strings in women’s faces.

Oh Lawdy … one was only two seats down from me!  I remember thinking, HO-LY CRAP, what if I’m next? To this day, I don’t know which my friends enjoyed more —the floor show, or watching my reaction to it.

When I was small and we were shopping, Mama always told me, 'look but don’t touch' but somehow, the not touching was SO much easier when I was five ...

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