Spinnin' around, I've got this funny feeling/Turning my whole world upside down
This entry is NOT, in fact, going to get posted onto my Blogger as well, because too many people who shouldn't be privy to this sort of thing read it. But I really ought to tell this to somebody, and everyone who matters reads this one, so this is where it's going.
Two weeks ago today was Good Friday. That really has nothing to do with the story, except that it says when this, um, incident happened. Andrew had suggested we go to a concert that evening, as one of his coworkers was married to the bassist of said band (the bassist *snicker* actually looks like a Motley Crue reject) and had suggested he go. So he asked me, and he seemed so gung-ho about it I said yes, even though at the beginning I didn't really want to go...you know how I am about crowds and social situations in general. Apparently I was too enthusiastic about it, because he had originally not really wanted to go either, and he thought that I wanted to, which is why we went, but anyway.
It's a cover band, and they do hard-rock/metal covers of all kinds of things, including Don Henley and U2, as well as Metallica and like bands. I was really enjoying it, actually (I'd forgotten how much fun live music can be, especially when the music is actually pretty good) , and then....they started playing "Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman, and the lead singer said, before the lyrics started, that somebody needed to "get up here and use this pole;" 'this pole' in question referring to a stripper pole that was a part of their set but I hadn't really paid much attention to. Well, long story short, nobody was going up there, so...
I did.
I used a stripper pole, in front of like 150 people. I even inadvertently clipped one of the band members with the my heels (well, one of them) whilst spinning around on said pole. I wish I could say I was drunk, or tipsy, or something, but I was stone-cold sober and to this day have no idea why I did it, except that I figured it would be an experience. I'm not sure which is worse: that I did it, that I was good at it, or that I enjoyed it. >.<
So, um. Yeah.
Two weeks ago today was Good Friday. That really has nothing to do with the story, except that it says when this, um, incident happened. Andrew had suggested we go to a concert that evening, as one of his coworkers was married to the bassist of said band (the bassist *snicker* actually looks like a Motley Crue reject) and had suggested he go. So he asked me, and he seemed so gung-ho about it I said yes, even though at the beginning I didn't really want to go...you know how I am about crowds and social situations in general. Apparently I was too enthusiastic about it, because he had originally not really wanted to go either, and he thought that I wanted to, which is why we went, but anyway.
It's a cover band, and they do hard-rock/metal covers of all kinds of things, including Don Henley and U2, as well as Metallica and like bands. I was really enjoying it, actually (I'd forgotten how much fun live music can be, especially when the music is actually pretty good) , and then....they started playing "Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman, and the lead singer said, before the lyrics started, that somebody needed to "get up here and use this pole;" 'this pole' in question referring to a stripper pole that was a part of their set but I hadn't really paid much attention to. Well, long story short, nobody was going up there, so...
I did.
I used a stripper pole, in front of like 150 people. I even inadvertently clipped one of the band members with the my heels (well, one of them) whilst spinning around on said pole. I wish I could say I was drunk, or tipsy, or something, but I was stone-cold sober and to this day have no idea why I did it, except that I figured it would be an experience. I'm not sure which is worse: that I did it, that I was good at it, or that I enjoyed it. >.<
So, um. Yeah.