In The Club
(This post is based on a postcard that I sent to JPB)
When the fifth dancer took to the pole, it was time for us to go. She was wearing skimpy black underwear and was boring. At the very least Scary Spice, who came out before her in all white, showed us her boobies. She had the pelvic grinding action down pat and we cheered her on. Number three wore a very Posh-looking little black dress; she was very tall and very awful. Her boyfriend (pimp?) went around the club trying to get us to sit closer to the stage, probably so that we would slip her a few dollars, but this little poofter wasn’t budging. Number two dancer was very fit and very sporty-looking and she had by far the best pole technique; not very sexy but she was flying around that pole. I don’t remember the first dancer but she probably sucked.
I wasn’t really that enthused about going to a strip bar (no, really, I wasn’t!) but everyone else wanted to go, being the only place in Mount Isa that was open past midnight and it was NL’s last night with us. Also, a night out at the strip bar in the Isa, that’s gotta be worth a blog entry! But despite being told that it was a strip bar, it seemed more like your run-of-the-mill bar that featured a stage with a pole and any random person could give it a go. Either that or it was amateur night. Any which way the video projection held my attention more, at one stage I was watching Madonna sing about meeting a beautiful stranger and being interrupted by a chick with fake breasts having her filthy way with some guy.
The crowd was scruffy looking but seemed friendly enough; most of them were at the Irish Club earlier on that night. And there were quite a few female punters as well. The main attraction seemed to be pool, not pole. Still, I felt I needed to order a VB to be safe, so that I didn’t look too out-of-place. It was a bit of an experience, although I almost didn’t make it in: it was quite smoky and they were charging $10 for the pleasure.
