This is pretty much a true story through and through, except for the fact that we were more uncomfortable than anything. I’ll admit, though, I ah…ogled, my fair share.


A couple of notes about this day.

1. First and only time in a strip club ever.

2. Not the worst burger I’ve ever had, surprisingly

3. I had no money going in, and it became apparent very fast that “only eating lunch” is not something that people normally do in strip clubs. I got many looks, both of annoyance and disappointment. I really did want to give the girls money too, not for whatever it is guys pay for in strip clubs, but just because I felt so bad for them.

4. If you’re curious about the strippers on shift that day, just imagine a strip club under a bridge in Queens, NY at noon on a weekday, and you’re probably half way there. ;)