This post is a long one, and it’s one solid year in the making. Oh, and the title of this post is true. I hit six strip clubs in one hour. Well, it’s almost true, because it actually took 1 hour and 6 minutes. Little tiny fib aside, I’m so fucking proud of myself I could scream. Yesterday, I actually did!
What are you thinking right now? Is it that I’ve gone off my rocker? Is it that I must be a sex-crazed pervert? Do you remember reading about my first strip club visit and think I must’ve developed a taste for them? Or perhaps you’re a long-time reader of this blog, and the mention of six strip clubs sounds awfully familiar for some reason…
All you long-time readers are on to something. For all you Johnny-come-latelies, I’ll do a quick little recap. (And if you think I’m a pervert, well, that’s true too. No, I’m kidding. Or am I? I am. But not really. Why don’t you let me slip something into your drink so you can find out for yourself? No, I would never do that. Or would I?)
Back in September 2010, when this blog was just a wee little blogling, I made my first ever fitness goal. I had recently taken up running, and while exploring my neighborhood on foot, I discovered an abundance of strip clubs. Yep, my neighborhood is super classy! I decided to create a running route that would take me past all four, and my first goal (articulated in this post from 9/15/10) was to complete that route without stopping. Then, just a few weeks later, I discovered two more strips clubs, so my goal grew to include them. In this 9/27/10 post, I shared my revised goal: to run 6.4 miles, without stopping, past all six strip clubs.
And then… nothing. I kept running, and slowly got better. Every few months, I would think, Man, I’m getting good! Maybe it’s time to tackle that strip club goal! But I never did. Occasionally, I considered turning the completion of my strip club goal into an event: Pick a day, invite friends to run with me, have someone take pictures and video, maybe even invite my blog readers to join in. That never happened either.
I wouldn’t say that I’ve ever forgotten about my strip club goal, but it’s definitely been on the back burner lately. Until last night. Last night, I really needed to rally. I had spent two days doing practically nothing. On the first day, I couldn’t even rally to get to the gym. On the second day, I caught myself thinking things like: eh – there’s no time to work out. I’m gonna watch Saturday Night Live, and it starts in only 6 hours!
Finally, at 9pm, I shook myself free from the shackles of procrastination and laziness, and decided I had to work out. I was pretty sure my gym closed at 10, so I decided to just hit the little gym in my building’s lobby. As I made my way downstairs, I started thinking about two friends, Collin and Stu, both of whom are running marathons next weekend (Collin’s running the Portland marathon, and Stu’s running the Chicago marathon). The thought of running 26.2 miles makes me want to curl up in a fetal position, but I’ve talked to both of them (a little bit) about their training, and a little light bulb went off in my head:
Both Collin and Stu are pushing themselves to run a marathon. I should push myself RIGHT NOW to do something amazing. Maybe, just maybe, I can run past all those strip clubs!
And that’s how, at 9:15pm on a Saturday night, I found myself walking a few blocks to a park near my house, gearing up for the longest run I’ve ever done in my life.
One of the things I promised to do when I set this goal was to photograph myself in front of every strip club. Since I ended up running so late at night, I held off until Sunday to go back and take the photos.
Here’s my run past all six strip clubs. For kicks, I’ve thrown in select quotes from actual Yelp reviews to add a little flavor about what it’s like inside each establishment.
First, the route:
Starting Point: Dot H. It’s a park near my house.
Strip Club #1: Godfather (Dot B). Exactly 1 mile into the run. As I pass Godfather, I can’t help but notice that no lights are on, and there’s dumpsters full of construction materials in the parking lot. Turns out that since I established my strip club goal, Godfather’s has closed. Out of business. What a crappy way to start my strip club run! Here’s my frowny face:
It’s probably a good thing, for my property values and all, but I wonder if someone bought it, stripper poles and all, and is renovating it with plans to reopen in? I’ll keep my fingers crossed!
Strip Club #2: Deja Vu (Dot C). 1.4 miles into the run. As I approached Deja Vu, I realized that running at night was a good idea, because all the strip clubs would serve as lighthouses, guiding me towards them with all their neon lights, in every color (especially pink), shining through the darkness. Deja Vu has big colorful signage advertising their perks (“Totally Nude Entertainment!” “Bachelor Parties!” “Free Valet!”), but there’s not much to look at during the day:
Here’s what a helpful Yelper had to say about Deja Vu:
“Now, I have been to many many strip clubs in my day. Some would even say I am a strip club aficionado. But my visit to Deja Vu yesterday was pretty disappointing… As far as the girls go, they were about as enthusiastic as an altar boy at a catholic church. NOT ENTHUSIASTIC AT ALL. They looked completely bored on stage.”
Strip Club #3: VIP Showgirls (Dot D). 3.5 miles into the run. It was 2.1 miles from Deja Vu to VIP Showgirls, the longest leg of the run, and it was on this leg that I started questioning if I’d be able to finish it. But when I saw the red and purple neon on the horizon, I got a second wind. Here’s the pic (and VIP Showgirls gets bonus patriotism points, don’t you think?):
Click here to see a pic of VIP Showgirls all lit up at night. Curious how a patron would rate the dancers on a scale from 1 to 10?
“I give the dancers a solid 7/10. I like chocolate but I still like what I saw. Some dancers were really lazy and some tried too hard, I mean the older ones that shouldnt even be there anymore. I wouldnt consider myself a regular but a few of them know my name.”
Strip Club #4. Venus Faire (Dot E). Only .7 miles beyond VIP Showgirls, so 4.2 miles into the run. The second wind is still carrying me.
Venus Faire didn’t have any reviews on Yelp. Odd. I looked around for reviews on other sites, but didn’t really find any. I did learn that Venus Faire is a peepshow, instead of a regular strip club, but I have no idea what that means. Enlighten me in the comments section if you can help!
Strip Club #5. Star Garden (Dot F). Venus Faire and Star Garden are the two strip clubs on my route that are closest together, with only .2 miles separating them. Barely had the neon glow from Venus Faire left my periphery when the neon glow from Star Garden appeared up ahead!
Star Garden gets bonus points for having my favorite signage. I’m bummed the picture isn’t in focus, because underneath Star Garden, it says “Class Entertainment.” I’m so intrigued! There’s also a banner that says “Cold Air! Cold Beer! Hot Chicks!” Seriously, folks, those are three of my very favorite things!
Star Garden is also the best-reviewed strip club in my neighborhood by far. Glowing reviews! So if you’re reading this post to figure out which strip club to go to, stop reading right now, grab your singles and just go to Star Garden. This guy says it’s worth it:
“As we arrived in the Los Angeles area, slightly buzzed from bourbon and coke, we decided that the only logical thing to do was drink more and look at some titties. Star Garden certainly did not disappoint. We had $3 happy hour drafts, shot some pool for a buck a game, and saw about 9 girls shake their groove thangs — all at 2:30 in the afternoon.”
Strip Club #6. Blue Zebra (Dot G). 5.2 miles into the run. The final strip club of the evening! On the way there, I passed a prostitute (I presume) who gave me a little wink. I interpreted that wink to mean Keep it up, David! So I did. Blue Zebra is on an industrial street with no street lights whatsoever. It was deserted. So I tried to run a little faster.
My favorite review of all:
“The ladies are super friendly and touchy feely and get on your lap and such from the stage. They also do some really amazing pole tricks which is always a bonus. they also pull girls from audience on stage and molest them which is fine for me- but i know some girls out there don’t like it. so its a toss up- check it out if your not a drinker and wanna see some nice ass [ and everything else ] but be warned the smelly crotch roaming around the club.”
After passing Blue Zebra, I only had 1.2 miles until I reached the park where I started. I cranked up the volume on my iPod, and I ran. I was exhausted and my legs were sore, but I ran. I wanted to finish strong.
And I did! When I reached the lamppost where I started, I screamed out a loud and triumphant WOO-HOO! A nearby dog answered with a few barks, which I interpreted to mean Keep it up, David! I walked around the park to lower my heart rate, stretched, and walked back home.
That’s that. Done. My running goal is…
And I am proud. PROUD. Proud that I finally reached my goal, and proud that I did it on a whim, to break myself out a two-day exercise rut. I’ll have to come up with a new workout goal soon (and, no, Collin, I’m not ready for a marathon), but until then…
…KEEP IT UP, DAVID!
So… who wants to go look at some titties with me?