It turned out that the “special guest visitor” at the bachelorette party I attended this weekend was not a male stripper like I had feared. Instead it was a former female stripper who arrived with a duffel bag full of hooker heels and taught us how to exotic dance.
Me, plus 8” Lucite platforms and five cocktails does not equal anything approaching sexy… unless you think a newborn giraffe with an inner ear problem is sexy. Also, said heels worn with a T-shirt and sweat pants is probably not the ideal look for seduction.
In any case, it was silly and fun and considerably less disgusting than a male stripper would have been. Plus, I woke up feeling like I had done a serious work out. Those pelvic thrusts really work your glutes!
