Our informal class field-trip to the Pink Pony is tonight. I am hoping for a bevy of hilarious stories to share with my small audience later. I'm definitely excited, but a little nervous. Lots of questions, since this will be my first trip to a strip club. How do my skills compare to the professionals? How do I "tip" the dancers? Where the hell does a person get that many one dollar bills?
I figured I would visit one of these establishments at some point. I don't consider myself a prude, and things happen when you've had a few too many cosmos. I just assumed it would be a silly, Bucket List sort of thing rather than an educational endeavor.
BF is visibly nervous about this excursion. I was told "No getting on stage" but somehow managed a look that got me down to "No stripping." Like I would...
This got me thinking about other aspects of my life that dancing has changed. My musical tastes, for one, have definitely been impacted. I remember one of my instructors saying as much on day one of level 1. Songs that you would listen to in the car are not necessarily what you want to dance to. Styles of music you wouldn't have considered before will move you to jiggle it. I did not anticipate the number of Lil Wayne songs I would download this year. My iTunes receipts are always a surprise.
Also, my shoe selections. I will admit it's nice to see these lined up next to my collection of sensible work pumps.
The most astounding thought to me, though, is that there are now people in the world that see me as The Girl Who Jiggles to Lil Wayne in Glittery Stripper Heels. Not Accountant with Brown Bag Lunch in Kate Spade Tote. They are almost completely unaware of that person. I like it. It's liberating to only be accountant by day...
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