ann and dabney will skip all the not-so-interesting parts of their time with heloise, i.e. shopping for the house, blah, gambling and winning $100, blah, blah, bbq with six adhd children, blah, blah, blah, and they will get to the good stuff.
the real fun of the visit started on sunday night at the olympic gardens, a skin bar (ahem, a "topless cabaret") on las vegas boulevard. floor one is girls. floor two is boys. since the boys stop dancing at 1:30am, they headed up first and were greeted by a cadre of glossy, hairless, tanned and toned male bodies. oh, the gyrating asses!
the women seated at the front of the stage (and there was more than one bridal party in the house) made the scene pretty festive with their screaming and laughing. those treated to a lap dance sounded more like they were on a roller coaster than in a bar. ann, dabney and heloise chose what they hoped was an inconspicuous booth off to the side. but every minute or so, a guy would come around, sit down real close and whisper with their sweetest fabio-like accent "how would you like a lap dance to get your party started?" they had names like "dr. dino" and "andy erotic"; all wore g-strings.
heloise swears they touched her nipple.
at 1:30am, they headed down to check out the near-naked ladies. this time they sat front and center. but much to their dismay, it was a totally different scene. there was no joy. there was no merriment. just a lot of drunk and despondent guys trying to play it cool while getting their faces slapped around between two breasts. despite the boobs, all three women were bored.
It's a rare and sad day that titty is boring.
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