It hurts WHERE?

So, yesterday, 3 of my very, very good friends (only slightly tongue in cheek!) through me a bachelorette party. While it was supposed to be a surprise, circumstances arose that led the Good Doctor to fess up to her plans beforehand. So, what did we do?

Well, brunch at a gay bar. Excuse me, brunch at a DJ-ed gay bar. Although I have to wonder a bit about it...how many gay bar DJ's do not have a copy of "Dancing Queen"? I will say, it was one of the best brunches I've ever had, gay bar or not. They even had a self-service cornbread and toast station--I should take my Studmuffin there as he loves cornbread. However, I doubt he'll be too keen on the gay bar aspect of the place.

Then what...well, we all headed out for....are you ready for it?....STRIPPER LESSONS! Okay, maybe "exotic dancing" is more accurate as none of our clothes went flying across the room. But I was forced to wear some pretty frightening drag queen shoes (I think I was about 6' 3" in them).

I will say, though, it was fun. The 3-4 drinks I had before that may have made it a bit more fun, but what can you expect from a bachelorette party? I don't think I ever got the "sexy look" down as every time I tried, I burst out laughing (I'd like to blame that on the drinks as well).

The sad thing is, though, that I'm really sore today. Where am I sore? I guess it's a testament to the money I've put forth for personal training that my limbs and abs are fine. No, I've got sore knees. Actually, the backs of my knees are sore. Why? Well, apparently, one must wear knee pads when stripping and, while they do protect your knee caps, they are can cut off your circulation.

So, this leads me to wonder...if strippers need to wear knee pads, how exactly do they get them off during a routine? Seriously...getting those things off is not a graceful process? Oh well, I'm pretty sure that's something I won't ever figure out!