• Mon, Feb 7 2011

First Date In A Weird Place: Strip Club

I went with friend-of-a-friend Colin Carter to Scores for their Superbowl party – where you could get lap dances during the halftime show! Here’s our takeaway:

His Take: The Scores Super Bowl party was just weird. For $30, attendees were given access to the club, where the game was projected on a big screen, as well as all-you-can-scavenge privileges from a buffet. The food wasn’t bad. Not great, but definitely tolerable if the traditional Super Bowl chili/burger/wings thing is your game.

I think we were both surprised by just how tame the whole affair was. If you stared especially hard at the screen, you could easily have forgotten you were in a strip club. The cocktail waitresses were showing a bit more skin than at an Applebee’s, and there were a few surgically augmented girls sitting around the club watching the game, but there wasn’t too much that really screamed “strip club!” about the evening.

That is, until halftime.

It was as if somebody flipped a switch, and the low-key Super Bowl viewing party instantly transformed into a full-fledged strip club. The disco ball began spinning, the music began pumping, and the game’s projection was overlaid by the silhouette of a topless girl dancing on the stage in front of it. For the next 30 minutes, a succession of girls rotated across the club’s stages, while others looked for guys who might be willing to part with their cash in exchange for a lap dance. Meanwhile, the club’s announcer fed us up-to-the-minute news about what girls were available in what VIP or champagne room. It seemed that an unusual number of girls working at this club have names like “Aries” and “Sapphire.” I’m guessing this is because they were all raised by hippy parents.

And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. The announcer even told the girl who had just made it on stage to move along, as the game was beginning again. It honestly seemed like the club was more interested in playing the game than raking in any cash from the crowd. And, for some reason, I find this to be oddly noble.

Anyway, in all, the evening was interesting, but it probably would have been more exciting if Jennifer and I were bigger football fans, or had some reason to care about whether Green Bay or Pittsburgh won (like 98% of America, we have no connection to either town.) She seemed mildly uncomfortable the whole time, and I honestly think this had less to do with the fact that were at a strip club, then the fact that we were sitting near a couple that consisted of a (we’re assuming) working girl, and a guy who reeked of douche-baggery. He literally threw a bunch of dollar bills at her chest at one point, just minutes after trying to kiss her. It obviously put a bad taste in her mouth.

Did I like Jen? Sure. She seemed great. Maybe we’ll go Chippendale’s for the second date?

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  • Malkovich

    Jennifer, I remember from another article you were wondering what to wear. What did you decide on?

  • Jennifer Wright

    Skinny jeans, a button down shirt. I wasn’t a very sassy dresser.