Strippers and mechanical bulls
First let me say that I’ve still got it. I was sure I’d feel so old and so out of place but I really didn’t. Other than the stripper, really not my style, I had a fantastic time. I didn’t get home until nearly 4 a.m. and feel like I was run over by a car. The night included a sex toy party, stripper, alcohol, huge limo, old school rap, machenical bull, stripper poles, and dancing all night long.
The male stripper (Brandon) just wasn’t my kind of thing, to be honest. I just am not turned on by some macho and oily guy humping the floor. At best it was more amusing than anything and on a talent level he seemed to be pretty good at his job. In the end my friend loved it and that’s what it was for.
I love sex toy parties and I came home with a lot of fun things.
The mechanical bull was not as exciting as I thought it would be. I got up there, it started and before I knew it I was down on the ground. A friend got a picture of me on it but I didn’t so maybe I’ll share that later.
More than anything I really liked the stripper poles they had there. I got up there and immediately was like I fucking love this. I’ve decided I have to have one of my own…this is a must. I want one right in my bedroom…I think one of my friends got a better picture than the one I got as well. If all my working out could be with a stripper pole I’d be one happy (and in shape) girl.
I think I had the most fun just dancing in the club although I still (and have always) hate guys rubbing themselves up against you. I always ignore them until they go away or just give a subtle hint for them to leave. When I go dancing with my girlfriends, that’s exactly what I want to do. By the end of the night I was covered in sweat head to toe and limping.
I cannot wait until I get to have my very own bachelorette party 😉