A Tour of Southern California's Stripper Country...

I was going to blog (read: complain) about how my in-laws invaded my vacation with my parents by visiting during 4th of July weekend... But then I thought, "Screw it! Nobody wants to hear me whine about my in-laws anymore. Move on to the fun stuff-- STRIPPERS!"

So I am.

I was given a few days of freedom away from Thing1 and Thing2 during my trip to MI, so my dear friend, The Illustrated Librarian, harassed me into flying out to Southern California for a quick visit. "We'll go to DISNEYLAND!" she promised. "We'll go out for a dinner that you can enjoy, and go to clubs!" It was the thought of an uninterrupted dinner that won me over, in the end.

So off I flew to SoCal!

Since it was such a brief trip, I had few preconceived notions about our plans. I was told:

DisneyLand

Dinner at Wangs-yum!

Sleeping in without the 0630 wakeup howls. Except from TIL's cat, Bates.

WOO! All good things. However, what I THOUGHT was planned was much different than what I got! TIL (bless her saucy little heart) had planned a tour of SoCal Strippers. Be still, my beating libido!

Off we whirled to club after club, each one sporting an all-male revue for the ladies' pleasure. I could barely keep up with where we were...Brea? Palm Springs? Anaheim? I felt like the Zagats of Strippers.

My favorite stripper/performer of the trip was NIKO. Yummy! Here he is with me in a lovely picture... he had a wonderful performance with a Count of Monte Cristo act that was a poetic combination of beauty and strength. And a scanty g-string barely covering his prodigious package. Mmmmm. Niko! And his pals weren't bad, either!

We did, eventually, go to DisneyLand -- and had a great time -- but I'll have to say that dancing with go-go boys was a bit more invigorating than the Buzz Lightyear ride. Maybe Disney should open an adult theme park in SoCal?

I'd buy a yearly pass!