Happy Monday all! I trust you all had a decent weekend at least. Share the details in the comments section. My weekend was very interesting. I went pole dancing people! That's right you read correctly, I went pole dancing!
Here is what happened, my girl Clueless has a sister who's birthday was Saturday. To celebrate said birthday she decided to have a pole dancing party so Clueless, Crazy and I saddled up and went. I have to be honest, I was a little apprehensive at first. Naw, I'm lying, I was down right scared but I soldered on anyway.
We got there and slowly but surely the women started filing in. There was a vast age range of women there from 19 all the way to 60+. It was great. We all received "stripper" names for the evening and could only refer to each other with those names. My name was Deelishious. Ummm, yeah.
After eating the pole dancing commenced. The instructor "Drill Sargent" was a cute, bubbly young woman with a booty and legs I would kill for. I liked her instantly. She showed us various moves and I was in awe. The chick can work a pole.
Then it was our turn to demonstrate what she had just taught us. Yeah right! I wasn't going up there to make a fool of myself, are you kidding me? I have to admit the 60 year old women were working the hell out of that pole!
They gave us raffle tickets and called out names when it was our turn to work the pole. They did it in 4 groups of 5 so you were not alone. Cool. At the end of the each groups' session the crowd, by way of claps and cheers, would determine the 2 winners of the group who did the best and they received a prize. The third group was called and BAM! There was my number. I sat there frozen for a minute. Did this woman just call my number? I'll just sit here and pretend it's not my number I thought. I reviewed the other performances in my head and thought, "Hell, I couldn't be any worst then some of these chicks I saw" so I decided to stand up and go for it. I assumed my rightful place next to my pole and the music and instruction began. I did what Drill Instructor told me, spinning and gyrating and going on and felt I should be banned from ever looking at a pole much less trying to dance on one. After we were done the judging began.
Guess who one of the two winners from my group were? Yah damn skippy! It was yours truly! Can you believe the crowd chose ME? I couldn't stop laughing because I totally didn't expect it.
I think I found a new career people. Just call me Deelishious.