Remember when I told you that as part of my friend’s Vegas bachelorette weekend that we went to Chippendales?
Well, what I didn’t tell you was how much I wasn’t looking forward it. I mean, I was kind of dreading it. When I received the email saying that front row tickets to the Chippendales show had purchased, I just put my head in my hands and thought Oh. My. God. Seriously?
When I was 19 and living in Miami for the summer, a few friends and I went to a similar sort of performance at a club called LaBare. I hated it. I remember thinking that it was super cheesy and how could women possibly be turned on by men dancing around in costumes?
But I kept my thoughts (mostly) to myself and went to the performance with a good attitude. I mean, I was in Vegas for a bachelorette party and I was going to have fun no matter what. No one wants to bring down the mood of the party.
So, I took my front row seat and steadily sipped my champagne. Before the performance began, we were treated to a video montage of various Chippendales. They were doing absolutely ridiculous things like pushups and posing in a fountain. I kept on drinking.
Once the show began and the lights dimmed, I started cheering with the rest of the bachelorette party and audience, using my rainbow feather boa as an extension of my excitement. There was lots of clapping, woo-wooing and whistling.
You know the phrase fake it til you make it? Well, I took on that attitude of in terms getting excited about the show. I screamed, I waved my boa around and did everything I could to bring attention to our bachelorette. And you know what - it worked.
I was surrounded by all this excitement and it rubbed off on me. And I started to have fun for real. There these men were, up on stage, barely clothed and dancing to choreographed routines, and I was … gasp! … having a great time.
As cheesy as Chippendales may seem - or at least appear to some of us - they do a great job making sure large groups of women are having a great time. They really are equal opportunity entertainers. There’s a little bit of something for everybody - whether you have a preference for fully-clothed men in uniform or barely-clad gentlemen serenading you in between the sheets. I mean, there were even moments when I, the skeptic, found myself … well … genuinely smiling.
I never would have believed it if someone had said I’d practically lose my voice from all cheering I would do at the Chippendales show. But I woke up the next morning with a hoarse voice and a poster of all those bow tie wearing men at the foot of my bed. I haven’t hung the poster up. Although I’ve threatened to hang it in the kitchen.